I grabbed the twigs I picked up from the path on my recent walk at Ilston and some square Khadi paper that I’d “attacked” with some of my home-made walnut ink. I also have a bottle of Indian ink that had dried out over the years but I added some water and left it to soak for a few weeks and it revived. I emptied my head of thoughts, dipped a twig into the ink and let my hand draw. These simple faces started to emerge. I’m not sure where to take them now, if at all. I’ll sleep on it.
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