This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Artistic Development.
We draw what we must
because we paint.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every drawing
You just keep on trying till you run out of ink.
And the study gets drawn.
And you get the sketch shown.
For the artists who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you sprained my hand.
And tired me.
And bored me to pieces.
And scribbled lines into my sketchbook.
As it sprained it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these dashes of biro make a beautiful line.
And we're out of gestures.
We're submitting on time.
So I'm glad I got sprained.
Think of all the things we learned
for the artists who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Damien Hirst.
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this sketch is great.
It's spontaneous and polished.
Look at me still talking
when there's Art to do.
When I look out there, it makes me glad I'm not you.
I've got paint studies to run.
There are sketches to be done.
On the sculptures who are still around.
And believe me I'm drawing Underground.
I'm doing Art and I'm still around.
My hand is drawing and I'm still around.
Save for the painting I am still around.
And when you gave up I'm still around.
STILL AROUND.

At least, until this weekend.

Invaluable. Seven-day sketching challenge helps tremendously. Thank you Reilly. [link]