Truly it does amaze me that the scribbles manage to come back to life and from absolutely nowhere at all. You’ll be utterly certain you’re done, and that might actually be fine, but then.. boom, you’re back in. Wanting to sit down and ‘compose’ something better, stronger, more… shall we say spontaneous. Can’t put my thumb on it but over the weekend I was sure I was done with the scribbles. Kinda weird feeling but then… you look at your room spilling with scribbles on cereal and cardboard boxes and think: who were you kidding 😆 This is impossible to stop and even the stopping part then becomes part of the process all over again. The pace still wrecks me but… we will see going forward how that lands. Bloody words 🤩 💓 😀 💃 Sometimes I wonder just how far I can bring it but for now… it’s all just for hobby-sake and that’s been preplanned. How could it NOT all be planned, it being me 😬 I mean, you’re planning even when you’re not planning. Geddit?!?