Drawing and photography are central to my practice. Both make pressing - if sometimes fictitious - claims to the capture of lost moments.
If a blog is a promise, what is the promise about? I said a drawing a day: does it matter if the drawing wasn't done today? If the drawing would have been happier to remain hiding quietly between other more vain pages? If some days, I really can't get it together to make or post a drawing? Not a penance, I said, and yet there's something powerful about keeping to one's word, meeting one's own challenges, or trying to! OK, so: no time and no mood to draw today - a bit of an emergency with Poss, my very old and, until yesterday, very frisky dog. So here's a drawing done two days ago, one that was meant to lurk unnoticed between the seen pages of a sketchbook.
Ink pen and brush markers and watercolour in Windsor & Newton sketchbook.
The weather really turned on Thursday and Friday, it was nice and chilly and this dog was snug in a coat.