Brush in Hand

I was privileged to spend most of this day ensconced in my cozy studio, brush in hand.

  I warmed up with a very quick charcoal sketch of this morning's walk...

and a poem I came up with yesterday morning.

Then I opened the door into my new 8.5x11 sketchbook with watercolor and Pigma pen.

  I added a bit of detail to my imaginary furniture with Prismacolor pencils.

 Mother always accused cats of being snake-like, until Chester B. Good came to live with us.