I suddenly looked at my ears in the mirror a few days ago and didn’t recognise them. Perhaps it is because I’ve been studying other peoples’ ears when I’ve been drawing and it made me re-examine mine. Either way they looked strange, unfamiliar. I suppose most things do when you stare at them enough.
I got a ‘well done’ yesterday. It felt nice. And I basked for a little in it. Then, in bed I started to work over the second piece I’d written seeing its holes and inconsistencies. There is always more work to be done. Always.
