Still doodling away in my old sketchbook. Both of these drawings are a direct response to a beautiful picture in Judy Dyble's house. I love the way horses do this, resting their heads in trust on each other.
Today has been otherwise, sunshine and doctors, butterflies and rose, painkillers and sleep. I almost walked away from what I hope will be an amazing project as they hit me sideways with an idea that I just could not sign up to, but thankfully have moved on from there now, so I hang in there and wait and imagine and dream, and meanwhile draw. And the pressure is off for a little now. I can loose myself in paintings and preparing for an exhibition in Long Melford in September and Nursery Rhyme chaos and cat book roughs.