Blurpy, inky

A while ago, Felicia gave me a dip pen, some interesting nibs, and some ink. Lately, over morning coffee, I've taken to practicing with them. I overdo things a lot, never quite knowing when to lift the pen and leave well enough alone.

But this morning, I produced a self-portrait I kinda like. Even the little blobby errors here and there just feel satisfying. Delightful, even. Like the nose. I fucked up the nose, but I like it.

I'm doing my best to find joy in little things. I haven't felt all that creative for the last many, many, many months. It's nice to feel even a little bit of it returning.