Mondays mean breathing in the new week, stepping into its embrace. No matter how tired, how reluctant.
Mondays are sleepy days for me. And as I sit at my desk, I find myself seeking ways to open my mind creatively.
It normally starts with a quick sketch. Something simple to ease myself into practice.
Then I pick up my paintbrushes, and delve into colours. Bright ones, today.
The sun filters through the leaves outside. The air picks them up, and they murmur. This I mirror with my brush upon the paper.
Mondays can be difficult. But finding enjoyment in splashes of paint is not.