Lately, sketching and painting have taken up almost every spare minute. In the mornings, on my lunchbreak, as soon as I get home in the evening. I have stopped worrying about being good enough and I am just drawing, drawing and drawing. It's an itch I have to scratch, a hunger I have to satisfy, and every other cliché you can think of. I don't have any grander aims in mind other than I must do this. And I will see where it leads me.
I don't worry about pages being perfect. It's just play.
Making a conscious effort to try something different, use different media, keep going when often I would stop.
While the inspiration keeps coming, I will keep filling the pages of my sketchbook.