I went to a community studio yesterday to get out of my house and away from my paintings for a bit. I was reminded how terrible I am at being able to create anything when people are around.
All I could concentrate on was how people were sniffling and sounding sick. That and the guy sitting next to me who seemed to keep having all of my stuff gravitate to being in his hands.
I quickly blasted out this sketch of the piles of colourful seat cushions that were stacked against a black wall. Then I came home and sterilized my eraser.