In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
sept 11th 2012
The central heating engineer couldn't come and had the grace to phone me - so I headed for the hills and was drawing by 10.30. Made it to three sites and by the third was too tired to do anything but stare into space. Made it home by 4.00 and slept till 6.00. Trouble with drawing like this is I only get to do a bit because I'm knackered by the climb to the site. And the heat - ah, the heat! Had to take the sunhat off to dry my hair because it was soaked in sweat. But glorious really, I'm sunburnt and achy tired but happy though anxious that I have only 4 drawings to show for today and 3 yesterday which doesn't seem a lot to me. What should an output be?
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ink drawing in thehills
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