I could do with two more panels for the exhibit and it isn't happening. I tried, but I should know myself well enough now that if I am not inspired I can't force it. I spent a day working on one panel and all along instead of the feeling, "wow, this process is fun, can't wait to see where the image is going" I was saying, "hell, I need another panel, how can I rescue this." It was absolute crap. Part of it is feeling this pervasive sense of things not being right, feeling unsettled, which is due to my daughter not being here now. It will pass but in the meantime I think it is time to just play in my studio and sketchbook a bit. I have enough for the exhibit I think.
I have been meaning to do something with the above sketch for ages, so maybe I will experiment. Official dribble! sheesh! we certainly have had a lot of that the past few years, more like verbal diarrhoea actually. dribble! dribble! dribble!