|The spelling of climbed jumps out to haunt me for internet eternity.|
Today was a scorcher. Spent some time on top of The Ridings taking reference photos from the car-parks of a view which will hopefully become one of the pages for the exhibition in September. Up there looking down on the world it reminded me of a drawing I did for the short lived Awakefield Diary I self published in 2004. I was drawing the diary as I went about my business each day, without any planning or context, and using a thick 2mm pen calligraphic pen to make my marks with.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing. At the time I thought I was doing something important with my drawing. Looking back through the sketch book I tore the page from the drawings in there are really bad, without enough content or context to keep anyone interested.