Our new abode came with a yard that suffers a bit from recent neglect. We started to remedy this situation over the weekend, with a trim to the lawns and an application of H2O. The yard sports a variety of green matter, including two ancient and decrepit (but perhaps willing to fruit) apple trees. It also has two scrubby shrubs which appear near to flowering as honeysuckle. A few minutes tonight with pencil and brushes and water bucket and pallet on a familiar table in an unfamiliar space rendered this little sketch of a not-yet-blooming twig. It ain't great, but it's a sketch instead of a photo of boxes and their contents. Hoorah!
It's going to take a bit for this to feel like my working space, but I think it will be good once I get it all sorted out. The DM is getting his space sorted out, too, and it was nice to make this sketch whilst listening to live background music. Of course, both of us are suffering from weeks of hand and finger abuse: packing, lifting, moving, unpacking, dusting, scrubbing, arranging. The skin of our respective phalanges is cracked and tender, so we sound like two old grumps as we work: "Ooh. Ow. Yikes. Ouch. Ooph."
Bit by bit... back to business.
Welcome back to brushes!
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