working, working, working

My messy desk, with a lunch tray to mix paint on and thin out ink. A stray map of Savannah. Some text books I never open.

New drawing on a lonely old paper bag. Just the beginning stage here.

Started these on scrap paper I have hoarded. I love them with all my heart, but they won't look this way for long. Soon they'll get a wash of white to push it all into the background to anchor new drawings.

Ugh, they're so cute. I'll remember you acrylic messes.

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