The day had to come when i grew weary of my noir lifestyle and and with trembling fingers reach for my very neglected watercolours and crayons deep in the dark recesses of my art box.
Hah, this is clearly my first rendezvous with colour for some time but strangely my poor understanding of contrasting colours and what not was somehow liberating.
Also not staying within the lines with a crayon gives me wonderful flashbacks of that first rebellious moments from childhood.
In a nutshell, these are technically rubbish but i enjoy them.
p.s Yes I know I should stop drawing lots of floating heads but I enjoy that too.
Please, one stupid habit to deal with at a time.