This weekend Ohio decided that it was, in fact, still winter. Hence, most of my weekend was spent indoors. In slippers. Dreaming about green things and dirt.
Home! With things! These drawings (all done at Isla Mujeres)
Other than one day of ballpoint pen doodles, the rest of my week was filled with visiting ruins, beach-y things and reading mostly fluff. (…or more than mostly fluff.)
Despite truly having the very definition of ‘vacation’ I’m both sleepy and out of words today. I blame my 19th century sensibilities and the shock caused to them by waking up in one country and falling asleep in another. (Even a zeppelin ride would take a more sensible length of time than a mere day).
But I drew my aloe plant:
In other news: This week marks the beginning of three new projects, both official and unofficial
- Setting a studio schedule (as per the advice of Sean Foley and Jen Gillette) and starting one of the series from that chart I made back in the day
- Making myself sit down and read at least a few pages of Body Criticism a day. I bought this book over a year ago in a rare instance of impulse buying and have only flipped through it. Plus I need something to atone for reading World Without End
- Officially starting as an intern at the Columbus Museum of Art (huzzah!)- Working with Artful Adventures, which means hanging out in the museum every week with preschoolers, looking at art and smelling things.