After a few weeks of feeling less than uninspired, I am sitting myself down behind my journal, drawing and painting ANYthing…

Koos, my working-hours-officer immediately takes his position again, carefully sliding his eye across the paper where the paint leaves my brush, stroke by stroke. Or, as he does here, he keeps an eye on the front door. Painting girls don’t like surprise calls πŸ˜‰

Today’s page? It’s a simple gouache painting. I call it “Les Soeurs”, which is French for ‘the Sisters’. Why? No idea. The only thing that came to mind, really πŸ˜‰