I draw from life once a week, and the consistency of this is starting to show. This week I used some pastel for color. Last week, I used vine charcoal, although I typically find this too fugitive. But the model was so soft, and nothing else seemed to feel right. This week I went out and bought more materials. It seems one never has exactly the right thing, but it also seems that limitations often produce the most creative results. I am not where I want to be with these, but each week, something new shows up in the drawings, and the magic of being there before the model drives me onward.