Back to random sketches in my book, and cryptic words, which are merely notes I write to myself for some totally unrelated project. Looks fairly crazy, though, doesn’t it?
Some other time I’ll write something rambling, but I have to walk up a hill in freezing weather and wind (but it is sunny out), to buy an expensive bag of food for a pile of ungrateful cats. They just get in the way most of the time, anyways. But they are fun. Especially when two of them try to jump up to the same spot from opposite sides of the bookcase.
Tags: black and white, colour, pencil, sketches