Hauling

There are some days when you close your eyes and find an interior with a great deal of depth, vistas of the imagination. Not today, close the eyes and nothing but a squirrely little black space. I had to warm up a bit drawing sammy on the piano before I could get my mental gubbins to retrieve an image of self. I found some charcoal the other day, it is certainly fun to make marks with, I must remember next time I feel like skiving off that it is not hard just to do a bit of a scribble with this stuff. I guess I should make some in the stove really.
Mainly hauling lumps of wood about today searching out viable pieces as material for a dining table. This lump got cut in half lengthways to form part of the legs.
Charcoal on cartridge paper 29x42cm