Same conditions as yesterday, apart from a tad less of a breeze (still too much to put up my umbrella unanchored, and I didn't feel like that, so I didn't). Air still humid and chilly, doing a world of good for my joints and bones. Hands cold. Likely the last expedition this summer.
Herons, geese, a falcon.
One dog-walker + dog, far away. Before seven, a stocky man on an electric bike whizzed by, on his way to work, presumably.
What I learned these two days:
- I need to draw more often.
- I still feel the need to be closer by the sea; the real thing - with a surf, a rhythm, variability and stuff like that.
- My favorite weather is still: mist + intermittent showers + fog + low humidity + gusty wind (from the SE!) + high clouds + some haziness + low clouds + a smidgeon of sun. So, all in all, not too much to ask.
- I still feel the need for working longer on drawings - homework?
- I still don't know how to draw, which is a great relief. Eye, hand and mind are still as mutually suspicious, enough at loggerheads, to prevent (total) routine. What is left from this strife, on the paper, is, I guess, an uneasy compromise, a precarious truce. May it ever be so. If not, then all-out war, der totale Krieg. And my materials are as luxurious as ever, split & hammered bamboo and Kleenex making a renewed entrance today.
Just maybe, one last bout of summer weather soon?
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