on messes.

I had thirty minutes at lunch today to do my daily sketch, so I went for a walk and found nice place to sit in the atrium of the local theatre where there a ton of benches and plants and natural light. A thousand little scribbles turned into a mess of vegetation and some hurried painting started to push through into a plain old mess.

It didn’t turn out terrible, but messy is tough and there is a fine line between art and jumble.