I went to Thursday Night Drawing Group armed with old drawings I’d collaged over, not because I’ve run out of paper, but because I find it more engaging to interact with an interesting surface than white paper.
The poor model was suffering from a migraine which seemed to keep working its way into my drawings. It’s unavoidable that the state of the model gets absorbed by those who sit and observe. I liked the connection of the puzzles and weather pages with a brain plagued by pain. Maybe it’s the sometimes unwelcome complexity of life that seems to bring with it discomfort at the least and intense pain at its worst.