I’m busy, but taking a bit of time to relax. I’ve read a few blogs, but I’m still operating at a reduced blog-viewing capacity. To all those whose blogs I’ve missed . . . I hope you have other readers looking at your stuff.
For the past three nights, I’ve indulged in a bit of sketching . . . I used to call it doodling, but this seems a bit more than drawing abstract but somehow regular (and geometric) patterns.
I try to infuse a little humor into my efforts. I figure it might be just distracting enough to keep people from being overly-critical of my drawing skills.
no one has commented on either of my previous drawings . . . and from that, I take it readers are just too in awe to conjure up worthy superlatives for my efforts. (Edited to Add: one person has, in fact, commented on the drawings and in a complimentary way, and the comments were appreciated.)
That’s a long way of saying . . . here’s my latest:
I call that “The Wall” and here’s a framed version of it.
Yes, I’m still playing around with the frame option in Topaz Studio.
OK, I’m kind of tired and I need to hit the sack, so I’ll just present a gallery of a few more framed photos. These are all photos that were shot with the Samsung Note 8 and processed in Topaz Studio.
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