In England, I was cold. Very cold. Wearing all the clothes I brought with me cold. But I promised myself that I’d be warm when I got home to Sunny Texas™. When I got off the plane on Wednesday, it was one of those perfect evenings, balmy with a light breeze and a tinge of red in the sunset. Then, that night, the temperature dropped. Saturday morning (the day I’m posting this) was hovering just above freezing, and some inexplicable temporary problem had our bedroom temperature at 62 degrees.

This is completely non-digital, with the washes done with watercolor pencils. Soak it in, people that have told me I shouldn’t do work exclusively on the computer.

Categorized as: Drawing