It was a year ago today that I started making a drawing each day.We are at #348 which means in a year I have missed 17 days. Not bad. But not so important--- I don't remember the days I missed.
I remember the feeling of drawing in the early morning half asleep. Warming my face over my coffee as I draw. Looking back over the drawings it is a record of the activity, the investigation, the exploration, the play for one life over one year. I remember the feeling of at least having done a drawing, a colored dot, a something . Will I stop now ? Goodness, no.
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