reminder

Sometimes you just feel it. The moment is right, the flow is switched on. The markers may be running out of ink and the colors severely limited, since we've been purging the market basket of the totally dried-up ones, but it doesn't matter. Tonight I had fun with my drawing. It was quick, but I was committed. To the funky marker selection. They were odd, but they were mine.

I am reminded that, for every chore-like, boring sketch I churn out, I am still exercising my mind and my hand. And sometimes it's fun again.