A Sketchbook, Some Uncertainty, and a Surprising Return
A bit unsure—but quietly ready.
Up the steep stairs.
I paused. Through the open door, a seat. Waiting for me.
As I carefully placed my sketchbook and tools on the table in front of me, familiar words filled the room.
Primary and secondary colours.
Basics: yellow, red, blue.
Complements: orange, violet, green.
Subtle.
Essential.
Especially for shadows.
As the afternoon unfolded, my sketchbook pages began to change.
Colours blended with intention.
Shapes loosened.
Shadows emerged.
Layering.
Listening.
Letting go.
Acrylics, years before.
Ink and watercolour, now.
New, but familiar.
Nothing wasted.
Still there.
Waiting.



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