Ring Rust

Last Thursday, as I sat a moment to chat with my supervisor, I spotted a stray bit of paper on the desk before me--good, thick stuff with a matte finish. So I dug my brush pen out of my pocket and started the center of this drawing.

I finished the thing that vaguely resembles a traffic signal before I drove home. Tonight, I drew the other thing on the left. Then I added a roman-red gradient because that color is looking snazzy to me as of late (maybe warm seasons breed warm colors?).

I wish I had something more on my mind--some narrative to unfold from within the image, but I don't.

I've felt like a non-practicing artist for awhile. If you look closely, this neglect of practice manifests itself in the slow, slightly bleeding lines on the paper.