In odd moments between things sometimes I like to draw. And for simplicity nothing matches the silvery scribbliness of a pencil.
I am painting flowers. I like during the pauses to draw a flower too. Even if it’s not the flower I’m painting, nevertheless the contact with petal thoughts, with clumped together, segmented, pearlesque-lovely, creamily reflective white silky petals provides a delightful end in itself.
Wandering through clouds might be more fun, but since I can’t do that I draw a white flower.