But: there is always time.
This weekend, among other things as biking in the Bois de Boulogne, market-visit this morning and working on a textile piece which made me break 4 (4!) leather-needles, I have stucked to our big draw and feel great about it.
The drawings are very impatient, made in a relatively short time. With angry strokes. At the moment I feel incapable of drawing something really thoroughly... so I don't.
As Suki said, short is good, too.
This is faded fannel. According to my husband, I'm the queen of faded vegetables which I buy at the market, very enthousiastic and with plenty of recipies in mind and which I then leave a week at least in the fridge forgetting that they are there...
So. Saturday I draw the fennel (used pencil and pen, interesting) together with the sea-salt and then we ate him. He was still delicious, even after having sat in the fridge for a week.
Today, after machine-stitching on a piece on which I broke 4 ('!!!!) needles, (husband came running into my studio the first two time this happened cause the machine which is one of his precious birthday gifts to me, made a very very ugly sound) so, after this I sat on the bed and painted things on the night table:
Two little mice my cat refuses to play with, and a little black and white sheep my mother brought me from a place in Northern Germany (BTW Paula Modersohn-Becker lived there) where this species lives in the heathland. They pose on my Moleskine.
And the funny ceramic lamp which is badly balanced and falls each time you come near it!
Monday will be another day, another draw.