The long tail of my bronchial virus is slaying me. No energy whatsoever. Well, a little. Enough to do these two quick pen and inks after New Yorker illustrations. The watercolor on above is dug out of an old tin. Still wet in photo. Still haven’t had energy to refill my large porcelain palette.
Wonky, but I’m liking where I’m going. Imagine when I’m feeling fit.