Slumping in the studio- I get a new idea- I can't articulate it, but I see it from the corner of my eye- more on this later, perhaps. Sometimes drawing is an act of letting go- of little things like a tumbling line that dawdles down and simply disappears. Or big things- like the surely to be misunderstood shapes and forms that all too clearly stand in for the regrets- big ones and little ones, but then, this is the admission price for experience...
