Only a few minutes after i toss my iPhone back onto the grass and start cleaning up, I get a confused return call, "Wait, you are literally sitting in the cornfield.?" Yes, yes I was, last night, and not driving by it on route somewhere else. Surprising to me, I seemed to evoke similar responses from a few of my coworkers despite the fact that they are also kooky artists. So all day I've been mulling over locations. There are seemingly an infinite number of spots to sit and draw but I'm not nearly as brazen as i used to be when it comes to setting up shop on just any piece of property regardless of ownership.

I've been craving a few hours with some of the spectacular daffodils, but at the tail end of their season, I found a thick garden of tulips on the Milford Green.

My lesson of the day when it comes to finding a location to sit and draw a while, especially when slow moving and on crutches... Scout out bathroom options first. Its definitely not favorable to pack up, get in the car and drive around, only to settle on a pee break behind a closed mechanics garage with my car as interference. And besides the obvious frustration, this charade completely interrupts my creative flow.

I like the picture to the left far better than the finished piece. In any given drawing, there is a line that crosses into the land of overworked. I blasted past this line and made it all the way to messy-and-confusing-ville. One can never really know where the line is without coming up short or blowing past it... creative bracketing, indeed. Chalk (pastel?) it up to another for the portfolio and the second of thirty-one.