
through the fence
ALT: water-soluble crayon. six unattached posts, dark brown as if wooden, stand on snowy ground. a stream of blue weaves between them from above and merges into shadow or river in the foreground.

grieve/console
I spent the evening gathered in community with a friend whose partner died last week, singing and sharing stories.
ALT: water-soluble crayon, sort of abstract. A blob shaped being has two streams of tears running from a featureless face. A darker blob behind them seems to have an arm around the crying one.

anchor
I’ve had a stretch when I really haven’t felt inspired to make these drawings. So I sit at my work table and find a way to break the blank space of the page, and spend at least just a little time filling it with lines and colors. Is it worthwhile? I really don’t know. But it does feel like I am at least using something like a language for my experience of being an alive human, even if all I’m saying is a brief expletive or a frustrated bleat.
ALT: water-soluble crayon. two blue circles balance, one below a horizon line and one halfway above and below. between them a straight dark diagonal, with arcs at either end that connect and balance the circles. the ground and sky are sunset colors.

Perrin’s crossing
one of my singing communities lost a sweet and lovely voice over the weekend. she was a model of grace and will be sorely missed.
ALT: crayon drawing, abstract. it’s shaped something like an angel with royal purple robes, cradling a heart at its center, looking back as the wings sweep it onward.