“A newborn baby is precious”. That is what my wife said. Something about being all wrinkly in it’s first hours on earth but full of life and potential, is precious.
Googling for “precious” gives Smeagol .. Smeagol, more smeagol.
This is hard. My trusty ‘Ctrl-Z’ capable Wacom Intious lays in the corner, abandoned. It is replaced it with pen and paper for the whole month of Inktober. Every drawing in ink still feels uneasy to me.
Time is precious. It’s very substance I sometimes feel flowing through my fingers like an hourglass runs out. Too much to do, too little time to do it in. Including this drawing.