I went down to New Orleans for five days recently. Most disturbingly, I discovered that my taste buds now like coffee. On the other hand, the incredible amount of art (from street artists to galleries of Real Art Like From History) I saw kinda inspired me to get back on the artistic horse.
So I got myself a little sketchbook with pages that detach, and a couple more pens (because you can never have too many pens, right?) and I’ve been sketching from time to time.
Unless I deliberately force myself to draw something else, I sketch trees. Big, deciduous, leaf-less trees. Full of little spirals and teeny branches. I love them lots and I’ve been doodling them since I was pretty young.
These trees are a bit different – the branches cross, and they’re not quite as filled in, and they’re a bit less spirally. That is, they look like the one in this post. It got a bit squished on the lefthand side because of the edge of the paper, but other than that, I like it.