Flicking through my last few blog posts, I just noticed that I never posted the final work-in-progress pic of my first big-eyed girl oil painting.
And then I realised I'm close to hitting an anniversary.
In a couple of months it will be a full year since I've picked up a pencil or paintbrush and done any kind of art whatsoever.
A full year, people.
To be honest that makes me a little sad.
While I have no desire to create art, I miss the feeling of having made something out of a blank sheet of paper and some coloured pencil lead or paint pigment. And I was quite pleased with my oil painting - she was coming along nicely until I completely ran out of steam.
Maybe one day I'll have the urge to unpack the paints, finish her off and give her a name.
Until then, she'll just have to wait in my studio window like she has for almost a year.