EDIT (21 April): I went on a trek through the snow yesterday to search for markers, and ended up dropping a bunch of money. All the markers’ colours in the shops were too saturated, so I ended up buying brush-pens, only to get those home and discover the colours were way too dark, like magic-markers. So I opened them up, diluting the colours a lot, mixing some of them, and I think I’m happy with them now. But the washes are so crazy and uncontrolled. I dunno.
And I appreciate that playing with art supplies does not equal creating art. But I’m just so fussy — if my tools feel right, I want to create more. If they get in the way… I don’t.
When Craig got home from work (he’s been getting hospital shifts here and there), he pulled me away to go out for dinner. A date night was just what we needed, and we had a great meal at the Buddhist restaurant in town.