I woke around 4 a.m., stirred and then I realized I was really awake. Didn’t want to risk waking anyone else. So I padded to the kitchen and made a cup of hot chocolate, then I padded back to a comfortable spot. There was enough ambient light from the street that I never turned on a light indoors. And while I drank my warm cup, I pulled out the black pen and started drawing in the dark. I could see the large shapes, but not the details of the page. And there was no still life except the one I was thinking about.
It’s an interesting freedom got when you are drawing just thoughts without their having to be anything. And at 4 o’clock in the morning, one is not likely to demand of a drawing made over a warm cup that it be anything.