A three- or four- second mad gesture drawing.
Father Christmas looks on from the piano bench, before being placed on our tree. In the finest Humanist/Secularist traditions, I have made sure our four year old daughter, Leah, is properly informed that Santa does not exist, but, oh no, she’ll have none of it. She saw Santa at the mall, he’s totally real. OK, Leah, whatever.
Purchased a new brush pen today, and a new sketchbook. This is the south west corner of Bloor and Bathurst, under the world famous Honest Ed’s. I’m drawing from the Pizza Pizza on the north side, enjoying a hot slice on this cold, snowy day.
[posted Dec 31]
A mixture this morning, the world floated by. I’m cheating here, I like to date my posts by the date of the sketch rather than when I post it… I’m posting this sketch on Dec 31st.