Bunnies we share

Plus a squirrel and a hippo

This week was busy with physical therapy for my hurt ankle and other doctor such-ness so I worked on this new sketchbook page a little bit during breakfast every day until I finished it.

Here's the perfectly imperfect setting I worked in: the towel covers my elevated legs because it's been rainy and Rusty, dachshund extraordinaire, was often damp. So in the photo below add wet-dog smell to the odors of hot freshly brewed coffee, fresh fruit and art supplies. (If you've not inhaled in an art supply shop lately please recall the aroma of your childhood crayons).

This is my common morning sketchbook practice position from which I share with you in this newsletter. All of my drawing and writing is done by hand with real life art supplies. (Look Ma! No artificial intelligence!)

I've been doing this a while and if you're one of my new subscribers (welcome!) you can see a printed book filled with handmade pages from my recent sketchbooks called “A.M. Sketching” (link here). Subscribers get to see my sketchbook pages as they happen each week and when the pages eventually are compiled into a printed book subscribers get early access as well as exclusive access to the ebook version of it (it's here on my Clancy ebook index.) Now you know.

Where were we? Oh yes, here's an expanded view of how things are: my sketchbooks and art supplies to the right side corner of the table, coffee in the middle, wet dog to the left. The black book with the “F" on it was reproduced as the printed book I hold in the center.

In the photo below I'm showing that the printed sketchbook (top) is slightly larger than the original sketchbook (bottom).

So you can see that squirrel page better…

When I was flipping through the book to find the squirrel I also saw the page with the hippo…

… which reminds me to feed my joy even in the midst of all this darned ankle cr*p I mean therapy. So after a therapy session that took the starch out of me I fed my joy by reading The Complete Short Stories of Mark Twain. Our cat, Hawkeye helped.

Rusty was in the kitchen with

J. L. Sullens

feeding his own joy-of-broccoli. (Dachshund extraordinaire has manners which he joyfully forgets in the presence of broccoli.)

I hope your joy is similarly well fed.