I didn’t draw today. I’ve been preoccupied with several things and I didn’t get around to sitting myself down to draw. It takes an effort to get myself sat down and drawing somedays, somedays I wake up and can’t wait to get to my pencils and paper. The whole process seems to be cyclical and I’m never sure where I am in the pattern.
I feel I want to draw something a little challenging for my next major piece: I want to draw a story teller’s kitchen. I know that sounds strange, but I can almost see it in my mind. Thinking about the types of things, and creatures, a story teller would have in her kitchen keeps me occupied for hours. I think "the kitchen" must represent something special to me, but I haven’t decoded the meaning of it all yet. I don’t want to, really. I just want to draw it.
Carol
