.The Concentrated Artist ink which spent it’s exile in my ‘trade worker’ case down to the bottom of the case until I rescued the beautiful dark copper/black ink almost stain as a black on the paper.
Today was my best morning that I arrived at the Art Room very early at my rare, the reason is that I accepted the potential redundancy from non profit community triggered on last Thursday by the well-crafted letter delivery in person. I was thrilled to read the letter for sure that my nervous pumping radiant into my brain that I could to be almost to emigrant into the Art more deeper than glued my brain on the office chair and sniffing out the ‘toxic’ warm air powered by the angry computer’s heatings. The DHS fund ‘company’ is run into the world of kaleidoscope with portals ,rubber stamped by the gigantic NDIS.
After the redundancy brief fall on Friday that I can’t wait go to Art Room next day that is the reason arrive at the studio so early with beautiful and purified mind.
Highlight of the life drawing is a one hour session wow! my rare one hour drawing of the poser.
Splashed,soaked,stained,wetted kept the bamboo brushes drowns into the three jars in blue, ‘black’ and dilutes ‘black’ with water. I am almost worn out after one hour session like come out from the exercise bike after an hour on pedalling.