A round, canvas coated cardboard with a bit of The Borrowed Garden in it; snowdrops, crocuses, a Blue tit and suchlike. My plan -- as there's no clear up or down, I really don't want any -- is to work spiralling outwards. I expect the underground towards the edges to be less sweet.
I've got no further than inking and (not) thinking. (Pencil goes too smudgy at once. But Ink seems to stay; nor does it interfere with the oil. Or at least it hasn't before.) Life is a little complicated right now with new music shows ahead, as well as an exhibition -- everything in May -- and as to getting this roundel finished I'm in despair. But we'll see.