It's proof that I've been working, finally, these past couple of months not entirely squandered, projects come along just never according to schedule.
I'm obsessed with art supplies, materials to create, I acquire easily 100 times what I need, this project, a couple of dozen notebooks, easily, 20 pencils, 3 dozen pens.
One pens' already given out.
Now, again, 2 pens failing and a 2 inch stub of a pencil, I'm pleased, these things are measurable, I'm no longer a collector, consumer, I'm a creator.
Pages litter the table, I've been condensing, redrawing in finished copy, rewriting, notes, 100 stray sheets and scraps of paper, an additional semi-organized 2 notebooks, things are coming along, not to schedule, but at least they're on their way...
The drawing, it improves, never good but better, always a little bit better, and I'm beginning to relax and enjoy it more. Take more chances. Find the joy in just copying something well done and hope the hard lessons learned by that artist will, by Osmosis or dull repetition, be learned by me, and, slowly slowly they are. Intervals of despair are ever-more frequently broken my minor triumphs.
This is the 99% perspiration.