Today I finished with two productive meetings and noticed I was eager to pull out one of my sketch pads. With the pad open, two words were repeating in my mind and I began to pencil sketch a figure with them, thinking it might morph into a cartoon.
However, it became a study of a feeling, a mood in a youngish woman.
I found it interesting how the words and the implications of conclusions, both as insights and as ends, kept me at the task of developing the woman. It has been a long while since I studied human figure drawing and ink pens are quick and rather unforgiving.
I had no awareness of time while I sketched today. That was lovely.