With all twelve drawings for the exhibition done, and an imminent house-relocation looming, I realised my little drawing desk might not get used again for a while, as things will have to start making their way into cardboard boxes.
I could not help taking this picture, showing the way it has been set up for me these past couple of months.
Quite meagre, really. I blush to think of all the expensive art materials my mum bought me when I was younger and learning to draw. Thinking that with nice materials, surely nice work would follow.
Now that I'm finally beginning to create work I'm proud of, I use 2 brushes (one for water and one for painting), and some old grimy CD cases with dabs of watercolours. How ironic : )