Wednesday drawing with Oliver in the bistro was all blind contour. So great! And yeah, I cheated on the profiles, glancing to reposition my pen. The last one, of course, I drew the hair in separately. Surreptitious side glancing.

The brushpen was getting nice and dry.

There is nothing more terrifying. But fun. Drawing with Oliver again. For those

Ill add this to the pile of terrible drawings I have made of Dalton that look nothing like him. Bind contour! Some fun with the pencil crayons anyway. He stares at me with those accusing eyes from beyond the sketchbook! No! I’m sorry, Dalton! You must forgive me!

Martin and I drew blind contour drawings of eachother last summer, which I later filled in with watercolour. Really fun.

Behind us, over Dalton’s shoulder

I had used this page in my sketchbook to test my brushpen writing this random word, and then later filled the rest of the space with a sketch of what was in front me, which is most often these days a sleeping cat. We also light a lot of beeswax candles and eat a lot…

My mother in law at the nursing home relaxes in bed in the evenings.

My brother and his middle son (my nephew Marty). Sorta looks like them.