It’s been almost a month since an unexpected attempt at a split laid me up. It’s taken a toll on what previously could only generously been called my housekeeping regimen, but it’s also taken a toll on my blog.
I’ve written. I’ve write everyday. Serious tendon damage has me avoiding swelling by keeping my leg up for most of the day, however, making drawing awkward and physically uncomfortable.
A non-arting artist being just as neurotic as a non-writing writer, and I finally decided to use the part of the hour or two I can sit at a desk each day to sketch. At first I figured I’d just do still life out of desperation, but sitting has made for a fairly still life the last few weeks.
The more I think about it, the better the subject matter fits.