color pencil on Bristol vellum
4" x 4"
I wish I could figure out what makes my inner art-clock tick. I seem to go in cycles with my art-making. I learned years ago to stop fighting the cycle and embrace what comes.
I've been on a tear with oil painting for a few months now. Really enjoying it. Then seemingly out of nowhere, the color pencils start to call my name. They make themselves known in my head and I can't make them go away. So I did this little drawing of a bumble bee to satisfy the color pencil urge. But instead of satisfying the desire, now I want to do a full blown drawing.
What's an artist to do? Dear Muse: at least will you let me understand you and your callings?