cleaning an old watercolor palette, you can see what my color preferences tend to be!
In my house growing up there was a print of a Paul Klee fish in a bowl. I spent a lot of time looking at it, as you might be able to guess.
I ran out of free time, so ended up drawing as I listened in to my Wednesday book group, which is working through Mary Greer’s 21 ways to Read a Tarot Card. One of the exercises was embodying the 4 of Pentacles from the Rider-Waite deck, which obviously happened while I was setting up the drawing. So here’s my version of that card based on memory and the description read by the book group’s leader of the day. The frog just happened to stop by on its own.
somewhere a door closes, somewhere a window is open
if this looks a bit like an incoherent mess, then it’s an accurate reflection of my state of mind.
I didn’t mean for this angel to be quite so horrifying. I’ve been sitting with the news of a death of someone young in my community, and thinking on the feeling of loss for a parent, a sibling, a friend who’s known them from earliest childhood.
How are angels born, and what umbelicus connects them to that which nourished them in life in the world?