Working on stuff. Depressed over the earthquake in Haiti. Found time to do some watercolours. But they’re hard, still no system of how to do them.
Actually, though they don’t always turn out the way I want them too (part of my brilliant system of not thinking before I start anything), I really enjoy doing them. Drawing in general, too. But there’s something very soothing in handling the brush, and watching the colours bloom. That’s what the old Asian painters knew.