The sky is stormy, a few drops of rain fell earlier, like the evening the Shaman massaged my feet and told me I had a female problem that I was telling myself was not important. It was causing my foot pain.
I sent on my watercolors to Madrid. I lost my Chinese reed pen and brush in Burgos. I found a new brush in Leon. Today, I found a new blank book in Astorga. I still have my toothpick and my bottle of permanent ink from Sennelier in Paris, even if it has had a few spills.
Here are some of my drawing materials, and the last drawing I did before I lost my reed pen and brush.