As in previous years, I decided on a spiritual practice for Lent. One recent year, I tried drawing every day, and missed almost as many days as I drew. So this year I decided to draw, too, but not to aim for every day. Just most days, and something fast. Whatever catches my eye is my subject and I jump in for five or ten minutes; for example, on the first day I drew part of the BART station while I was waiting for a train.
Joy said, “Aren’t you supposed to give something up?” and then answered her own question: “I guess you’re giving up not-drawing.” Yes.
The past two Mondays having been school holidays, I have missed my figure drawing sessions to be with the munchkin, so these little drawings have been nice tidbits to tide me over.