After more than a few months of silence, I am finally beginning to reconstruct all the various sites I contribute to. My time, I discovered, is less static than what it once was: five minutes here, a half hour there. The free moments splinter and scatter about my schedule as miniature oasis, mirages on the horizon line causing images to warp and blur in the heat. I will need to start small and aim to regroup old habits.
Below is a scrap of a scribble hastily sketched on the back of an envelope. Without expectations the end result is satisfactory. In a few days I may take it up to a higher level drawing.