I saw an article about seaslugs that can regenerate their entire body from just the head. Which reminded me that nothing I can imagine is any weirder or more improbable than something that actually exists.

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flying a kite in a tricky wind

where do sun dogs go at night?

There are a couple of tiny bits there that actually look like clouds to me. But it was fun mixing grays from violet and raw sienna. Could I be working my way gradually back to watercolor? Who knows, time will tell!

Seeking simple joys, finding primary chaos

Just in case there was any worry that my art would be any less goofy for having taken a month off. Nope! Here’s your bird angel, offering you flowers.

Well, I don’t know if you’re that excited about it, but to me it felt wonderful to sit back at my drawing station and spend an hour or so singing in paints.

All the teeth and peacock feathers and wordless sounds, in blue and warm yellow. Ahh!