I got to go to a gathering to sing seasonal songs, face to face with actual human people (and also a kitten). I got home late and tired, but this is a bit of greenery, for gratitude and hope, and circles for friends and family.
In the coming year may our wealth be counted in the company we keep and the stories and songs we share.
I saw my neighbor opossum on my way to studio tonight, climbing the fence by the compost pile and watching me carefully but not very fearfully. Last time I saw them, they hid behind a shovel with their tail sticking out, and stayed there for quite a long while.
I have named them Rustle.
Feeling a little less stuck today. I had imagined a much more sinister character when I started this one, but then the penguin happened, and the tree thing couldn’t help but almost smile.
Still feeling stuck, without inspiration, not taking the usual pleasure from my studio time. But I feel OK about this picture anyhow. And I did spend the time, and do the practice.
I spilled a bottle of ink trying to open it, so this was kind of an exercise in working with whatever happens. And saucy hip-bumps.
It was one of those days. Nothing I did turned out to be anything I wanted to look at. More layers didn’t help. I’m irritated and cranky, and the colors are muddy and the lines are tangled, pointless and senseless. Some days are just like that. I promised I’d post them all, no matter how I thought of them, so welcome to my snarled, dissatisfied mind of the night.
through fields of old corn
Sometimes drawing lines just settles my mind. I suspect I’ll work on this one some more later.
4/29/22 – color added. Better? Maybe. I still just like the lines.
Heading toward the winter solstice
nothing like a nice clean expanse of white paper to show up a dirty scanner bed
finished.
I am grateful for trees.
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