This is what happens when Drawstring lies dormant for a few weeks, cruelly usurped by its younger, nimbler rival, Instagram. When the feckless curator (that’d be me) finally does show up for work, you get a couple of months’-worth of life drawings unceremoniously dumped in your lap in one go. Apologies for the deluge.
Mark, in iPad and Moleskine:
I’ll try to keep it more brief next time, but don’t hold your breath.