This Saturday Morning

…has kicked off to tummy aches and the nauseating burnt smell of sweet potatoes, when all the water has boiled out of the steamer, that you completely forgot about while trying to nurse your aching stomach. I keep telling myself to eat smaller meals because I’m not fortunate enough to have a cast iron, garbage disposal for a gut, which seems to have a fit at the slightest over load or meeting of a new ingredient. Guess I won’t be getting fries with my Chicken Tawook again. I, so wanted to just curl up on the couch and suffer with my defeat but I opted to squeeze in at least 45 minutes of stippling to bring me closer to finishing my 8×6 drawing of “Maybe”. I had been mulling over how to stipple white lilies without using too much ink but yet not so little that they indistinguishable from the background. It requires a delicate placement of dots to hint at shadows without giving the impression of a hue. I’ve concluded that I might need a smaller nibbed pen and I can only imagine the time it would take to finish a work at such a smaller size but for the effect, I think it will be well worth it. So I’m off to look for a new pen. Hope all is well with you lovelies this Saturday. 😊

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Q.

Pen and ink artist inspired by Nature, Beauty, Spirit and Song.

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