In the process of trying to sort out the wobble issue of my ancient Wacom pad, I sat a meter and a half away from my desk and sketched some of my cats. One of them, an orange boy, lazily lay on the table, probably thinking about the next place he would stretch himself out on. The other one, the mother of our other cats and a grandmom to one of them, posed for the eye and the unfinished face sketch. I can’t really say pose though, it was a half-minute look until she slumped down in the corner.
I think going away from the various computer interference actually improved the behavior of the pen!
