Busy weekend. A short trip, some paddling (which ALWAYS makes me happy), good wind, at least today, for people who want it, a little resting and some art.
Away from home, I took the opportunity to sketch what was in front of me. I didn't like the jugs (which I did first) until I speckled them with ink. Then I did.
But I was very happy with how the teapots came out. Reflections do not come easily to me. I think I'm observing very carefully and then realize that I have light coming from every which direction. Which it isn't.
Since I've been doing a lot of sketching of one kind or another recently, it's easier to get in the groove. I would like to continue - it's just a matter of making the time. Sometimes all it takes it focusing my eyes enough to see something that catches me. And that means taking a breath and slowing down. Even if it's only the mental whirl that I need to step away from.