Well it’s lockdown in Melbs and has been for a while.
Everyone is trudging along, sometimes losing thier minds, sometimes ok. We have lived through, what, over a month of stage 4 now, with about the same to go, probably. At least. I agree that we put people’s lives above the economy. As Mr Worf says in that episode of NextGen when people don’t want to leave their doomed planet because of the settlement they’d built: “You are poeple. These are things. Things can be replaced.”
I’ve been drawing on and off. Less than I’d like to but that’s because frankly it’s hard to do anything these days of helpless trudging.
I have bought a lot of 1940s and 1950s knitting patterns recently. I have some 60s and 70s too but I seldom want to draw those people, I really don’t like the fashions as much.
It’s not like I can GO SHOPPING so I sit online looking at knitting patterns, flick flick. Buy. I have so many amazing photos. I had not appreciated how utterly beautiful and creative photography of what is basically just people wearing jumpers can be.
A great thing about art work on paper is storing it. It’s flat and thin. And I have my pencils down: 2h, 2b, 6b, once I’ve done the main body in pen. I feel like I’m colouring in. Well I guess I am. I love the bit where I get up to when I can put the 6b in, it makes it pop.