night owls (of which I am really not one!)
funny to draw flight when I’m weighed down by a belly over-full from thanksgiving dinner. And never mind the anatomically challenged bird.
love between 3 generations.
I do hope the people in the beautiful photo that I referenced here will not mind the job I’ve made of it.
weaving a song
flamboyant but precarious flight
Some days my drawing is really more like running scales than playing a melody. I’m holding a place in my life for my art.
This is my periodic reminder, mostly to myself, that I am not really posting what I think is “good art”, I am posting evidence of my daily practice.
little stream-of-consciousness doodle that has an old philosopher either feeding a dandelion to a many-eyed beast, or else summoning a tidal wave bubble bath.