All alone, in the quiet, I sit and ponder, then grab my notebook and start to draw. Tiny details creep into view; cracks in the lino, chipped chipboard doors.A stationary version of trudge, as time passes by unchecked, my feild of vision is narrowed, and I am hunched over, head down, thinking.
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Hi Yellow - If you leave me a message via the shop contact form, I'll respond to you via email instead of via comments!
Will do, thanks. I've been thinking about your sketchbooks and what to work on in them.
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