Eez mee,
updating a teensy little bit shallow water-colour. There's no profound idea behind this one, only those are my grand-mother's shoes :---o I just draw what I saw, they happened to be on the floor in front of me (in my very tidy room dot dot dot).
I had had too long a break from drawing, so it was very hard to come up with something to draw. It's an unpleasant feeling, having to come up with an idea that I see worthy of drawing, before I feel I can set the pen on paper. The easy connection between my brains and through my hand to paper had gone lost and I doubted the few ideas as soon as they flashed to my mind. But I have now bought a new sketch book, and
I will draw.
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The school is ending soon for me for ever and ever. And I don't know what to think about it, how to feel. I'm confused because of numerous reasons. People will leave for different cities and I'll have to decide things, like for instance a minor decision: my future. All I can think about is summer and possible (oh noes) inter-railing (yay) and feel sad about people going away.