Sunday, Sunday

I almost forgot how good it feels to work on art.  Of course, it's only been about a week and a half since I finished another quick piece (I still haven't quite gotten the Dahlia in my head down on paper properly, but that one just needed to be done so I could deal with yegods life changes), but that feels like it was a month ago.  It's almost surreal how much time dilation there has been this past week.  One of twelve weeks down!

In any case, I'm working on a nice romantic little Anjesa/Rosemary picture per a request (gee I wonder whose), and it's tempering my need for Next Thing creativity a bit.  I would still rather be developing narrative, but my thoughts are all at loose ends today.  Sometimes you just need to get a pencil in hand and turn off the words part of your brain for a while.