Flock

A group of crows is called a flock. Or, more poetically, a murder.  I prefer flock I think...

Pouring

An odd day: Overly emotional.  Feeling wiped out. Unenthusiastic. Pouring rain.
And then, that evening...an absolute outpouring of overdue creativity. Collage, pencil drawings, colour, characters. Then this morning I drew the crow.
What a funny 24 hours.

Inside

What's inside your sketchbook?  This is some of what's in mine.

I would, in the past, be too scared to show you. I don't know what's changed.  I guess I'm not seeking perfection, am enjoying the process, and am not looking towards an endpoint.

I've never been good at keeping a journal or sketchbook. Maybe not seeing an endpoint and having fun with colour and materials has helped me value this book.

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Henrietta