The older I get the more I talk to myself. Both out loud, and on paper. Here's a couple pages from my sketchbook.
Daily Whip Outs: "You Talkin'
To Me?"
Sometimes I just enjoy simulating old photographs with all the imperfections and sepia saturated tones.
Daily Whip Out: "Sergeant"
And, sometimes I push washes around until they speak to me.
Daily Whip Out: "Crossroads"
Wondering why I do all of this, but then, in a moment of introspection, I realize:
"Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solitude is the enemy of well-being."
—John Hoyer Updike
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