

So I spent the weekend with my girlfriend's grandparents. It was a not-too-shabby time. Pretty okay. I had a few minutes to sketch between conversations. So here are a few of them.



So I popped by Fernbank Museum's swing session out of curiosity mostly, considering I can't dance. I didn't have a sketchbook, but I did have a painter's book about how to make money as a fine artist. I didn't like the book, it was fluff, depressing, and pompous. So I sketched some of the sites and pulled out my acrylics to mess around a bit.
