Spring

Sketch a day - Day 73/365

The deadline looms so all I have right now is

1) a recurring thought that travelled with me through the day.

Spring is messy jagged thrusting alive.

There is nothing pastoral about spring.

It is beautiful but not pretty.

I am glad.

Also

2) Drawing daffodils is harder than I remembered.

It drove me to literally throwing paint at the paper while thinking fuck off.

And immediately spring arrived on the page in ways I could not have planned.

That made me forget that I am livid about my own lumbersome bodgings.

An act of immediacy, a moment of total commitment to throwing the towel in and giving up, saved the drawing.

In my opinion.

I thought to myself.

That's something to remember now and in coming times.

Even when we think it's over.

It's not over.

And that's the news.

Other than to say that I got my dates mixed up so thought it was day 72 again today, when it is really day 73. Here we are.