Today's is a rose.
I realise I wouldn't draw on many days if I hadn't said I would. Days it's too late, days I feel sick, days that I'm away... Without the dicapline of EVERY day, I expect I would draw once a month.
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Thursday, 11 August 2016
Rose, peach.
I'm creating a drawing a day for a year, just for the art of it.
Today's is a rose.
I realise I wouldn't draw on many days if I hadn't said I would. Days it's too late, days I feel sick, days that I'm away... Without the dicapline of EVERY day, I expect I would draw once a month.
Today's is a rose.
I realise I wouldn't draw on many days if I hadn't said I would. Days it's too late, days I feel sick, days that I'm away... Without the dicapline of EVERY day, I expect I would draw once a month.
Saturday, 11 June 2016
Black and white flowers.
I'm creating a drawing a day for a year, just for the art of it.
Today's are black and white flowers. Inspired by the riot of blooms in my mum's garden, that her husband plants.
Today's are black and white flowers. Inspired by the riot of blooms in my mum's garden, that her husband plants.
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