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.
I sat looking at the blank paper for a long time this evening. Then made some lines that seemed uninteresting to me. But then the birds came and landed on them, and I thought that was OK.
The Cafe Rat is back, apparently willing to share their journallings with Buddy Crow.
looking toward the Solstice
looking back with nostalgia
eyespider 