So...it is my INTENTION to make art. Please please please let me make time to make art. I WILL.
And here's another portrait to add to my collection of portraits that don't look like the people who are being portrayed, and another picture to add to my collection of pictures I don't like very much. My son and I were just talking about it, and how you have to make the pictures you DON'T like in order to get to the pictures you DO like. I suppose, though, that if one were self-reflective about the ones that one doesn't like that one might move to the ones one does like faster.
But anyway. It is what it is. I never did find my jug of India ink. I think it was a quart jug, and there just aren't that many places a quart jug of ink can hide. So I ordered another one, and it came, and I must say that it pleases me no end to use real pens again, ones that you dip in the ink and that have flexible nibs so that one can vary one's lines, and also make long lines.