If someone will ask me if I am addicted to sketching, I would probably show this:
That is me sketching while pooping.
I did first draw my hand and feet. Followed by the walls, the door, etc.
And when I finish the whole sketch, I tried putting in the head.
After that, I realize that the sketch now seem to look like I am peeping on someone pooping.
(See how close the two words are: peeping and pooping)
Full disclaimer: that guy in the drawing is *really* me. Believe me.
Hours before that, I was able to purchase a big brush with a number 10 labeled on its handle.
Maybe it’s safe to say it’s a size 10 brush.
(I have no idea about brush sizes by the way — and I don’t care for now.)
I want to try incorporating a loose watercolor on my sketch.
I’m excited to try it out.
Thus, while in the toilet, this little free-time gives me the opportunity to sketch plein air — sometimes while holding my breath if you know what I mean.
Am I addicted to sketching?
One can measure by how many sketches I did on a certain period of time.
For the year 2017, I did more than 157 sketches. And I’m planning more this year.
Not sure though if the number could answer the question.