I hadn’t drawn since I was eleven. On day one my mug looked like a bucket. On day thirty I drew my dad’s hands and he put it on the fridge.

Ten minutes a day. That’s it. That’s the whole trick.

Perspective week nearly broke me. Tomoko’s “draw the box, then lie about it” video fixed it in six minutes.

My sketchbook from March has 61 pages. My sketchbooks from the five years before that have 9 pages, combined.

Drew on the 7:42 train every day. A stranger asked to buy one.

Dear Tomoko, I was the one who kept apologising in the feedback threads. I’ve stopped. Thank you for being so kind about my terrible ellipses.

Worth it for watercolour week alone. I finally understand why every green I mixed for ten years turned into mud.