This time last year.
…I wasn’t drawing at all. We all went on holiday and I packed one of the numerous, small sketchbooks that Myles had desperately bought in attempt to get me drawing again. I sat outside late one evening and stared at the page, what on earth would I draw? I drew what I knew best, my family.
Here’s to lots more drawing. And here’s to all those artists who have become sidelined, side tracked, ignored, undermined, ripped off or for those who will never be huge or famous or published.
Just keep drawing.