It’s 2:10 in the morning here, but if I could take two steps out of my house and catch a Pidge to evolve my Pidgeotto into a Pidgeot you can bet your butts I would leave this comfortable couch to do so.
Recently, I’ve been dedicating an hour every Sunday morning (when I can spare it) to drawing. Part of the reason for this is a renaissance throw-back vaguely related to something Da Vinci once said about putting time aside to practise. Mostly, it is just a nice way to spend a Sunday morning, and productive in its own way.
Here is a Cicada (cyclochila australasiae) I drew this morning