they run through the branches stealing green from the leaves
My many friends that are serious observers and students of the avian peoples may laugh, but somehow can’t seem to stop myself from drawing imaginary odd-proportioned birbs.
well I guess it’s a bow, though I don’t know what happened to the arrow. maybe it’s there, just invisible.
Pencil drawing made during a performance by a friend, too dark to trust color in the pub! I have no explanation of what it represents, just take it as a song without words.
I blame the juggalo’s protest for this one
Bird and snake.
I think I have to go back and give the snake some more dots.
Tea party with cats
Sometimes the drawings that start out the most frustratingly aimless end up going somewhere that I rather enjoy. It can be really hard to hold space open to trust that something worthwhile will emerge. I ought to do plenty of intentional, observational work to expand and refine my drawing/painting “toolkit”, but the point of this daily practice is to not let any deficiencies get in the way of exploring this visual space of dreams and play.