A lo-fi sketch of one of my Florence staples, gelato.

New York has some good gelato places, but somehow I feel like a fatty seeking it out here.

Perspective practice, I mean.

Even though cats are selfish idiots, I decided to take my sister’s suggestion to paint her cat. Naturally, I’m finding it more of a chore than painting dogs.

In the spirit of a cat, I’ll return to this painting when I darn well please. Mee-OW!

I made a cameo appearance at my Saturday art class, the last one of the Summer. It definitely felt weird to go back to short poses after working on a portrait for a week and a half. I was very rusty today, but I thought this one bore the closest resemblance to a human being.

As in, the opposite of how I really feel right now! Nothing specific, but I’m happy to have 2 New York days to myself after a few of my nonstop adventures.