Sometimes the little fiddly bits that I sketch on my inking scratch paper are more interesting than whatever piece of work I’m avoiding. There’s a certain freedom to knowing that whatever is being drawn doesn’t really count one way or another. Doesn’t even need to make sense, really—visual stream of consciousness. Technique honing leads to a snippet of story or characterization which leads back to mark making. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman, if you will.
On the long road upwards 