Here we go. Final version. Mugs upcoming.
On her rocker
Maybe needs a bit more fussing. I’m thinking I might try to take out the black cat outline.
I am reminded again of the rule I have been neglecting. Make a mark.
First drawing in a few weeks.
Rather than keeping this boy on my chest and face, where he prefers to sleep, we’ve come to an arrangement where he stretches out along my chest, on my arm against the wall of the couch. He makes this long strange sausage shape.
Passed a 2 or 3 year old black Tom on the walk home. He seemed quite uncertain about where he was, but responded to a quick sit down talk about how he’d better get away from that busy street and find his way back home.
Steve was right. The main problem with styluses is that you are always looking for them. This one wasn’t under the cat, however, but merely misplaced – somewhat – beside the place where I usually put it, and so could not be found for a day.