Morning drawing relentlessly continues!
Admittedly not every morning, sometimes the pen only gets to meet the paper later in the day. But by sundown, or more accurately at this time of year, by the time the stunted daylight dwindles to darkness, there will be another drawing of morphed faces looking in different directions, some eyes hidden in the ink lines.
The collection has yet to be corralled to find further form, they accumulate in my sketchbooks that lay open on the desk. Still unsure of the journey ahead...if there even is one. There is no saying there has to be. It could be the cathartic practise alone is their value. We will see.
Anyway...it continues!