This knowing that for the last couple of weeks you've been free to have done anything and everything you wanted. To know that you made some good decisions and drew a fair bit. Made a bit of depth for the project you're working on. To have seen this day on the horizon in the very distance of your first-day-off shores. And to now be here. Looking at a screen for seven hours straight. Modeling a little creation that you drew up a week ago. Although itching to make it and push it forward, you can't help but feel that you could have been drawing even more in the no-man's land of downtime between first creating it and now modeling it.
Still. Work is work and I will push ever-forward. Or sideways. I'm not sure which way is which at this point.
Here's a thing:
The first look at my little 'bot. I'm pretty happy with it, though I can't for the life of me stand to think of doing any more on it today. Good fun.
I have a wealth of sketchbook pages to scan up and put here. A whole Semester full of doodles and notes. It's going to be a big post. Maybe several large posts.
I have to go now.
I have a lot more work to do.
I freakin' love drawing.
Peace.
Oh - here's a poem I just read. It's really nice:
"Could we with ink the Ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on Earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the Ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from Sky to Sky." - Frederick M. Lehman.
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