dear september you have arrived. nights are chilly and autumnal. i wear a flannel shirt on the porch at night. days are mild. summer is almost over.
every year since 1989 you’ve been just like this. except the opposite. hot dry crispy over 100 in the shade. so hot the a/c stays on even at night. what’s up?
have you changed? or is this a trick?
while i wait for the answer i sit out on the porch each night with my string of globe lights turned on and it is quiet. cool. last night i drew one of my succulent pots. if my eye lands on a stray postcard bit it gets attached to the page.
my new favorite sketchbook is the fabriano eco qua notebook. the pages are thin and crinkly. it’s staple bound, under $5. and v.v. cool. i just bought some smaller ones to take to northern california & guatemala. i like the way it feels like a practice sketchbook. like you could draw the ugliest crap and it will. not. matter. in a fancy schmancy sketchbook like the stillman & birn you kind of want to avoid complete disasters because each page feels precious, but of course we know those aren’t avoidable are they?
i’ve taken my gouache palette out for a spin. wheeeeeeeeeee!
and i’m still drawing on postcards. what’s shakin’ with you? something good i bet. keep me posted.