sketchbook

Vacation. A break from work.  A break from the cold and snow. But there is no rest from making art. Art calls to me in the snow and in the sun. It doesn't care about weather. It doesn't care if I am at home or in a hotel. It just calls. My sketchbook and pens are stuffed in my suitcase. My suitcase was overweight. No surprise. Some things are necessary.