Most mornings I get up, boil the jug for hot water, sit on the sofa, wrap myself in a blue blanket, open my sketchbook and make some drawings. I’m not thinking too much about what I’m doing. I try to not self censor. I let the pen go where it goes. At times my thinking blocks the flow and my drawing feels extremely self-conscious. That said, more often I am absorbed in the motion and scratch of the pen. Sometimes the drawing becomes overcooked, other times perhaps it is nowhere near complete. Drawings happen quickly. I’ll make half a dozen in 30 minutes. Occasionally they are slower, more tentative. Sometimes I long for a large drawing project I return to over days and weeks, slowly accumulating marks, feelings, and time – the drawing a witness to multitudes. But mostly, these morning drawings are whizz-bang!