Thinking about all the souls suddenly taken by the tsunami
settling into the sugar bush
This morning I had the thought that maybe music is the only thing that really matters
Pencil, crayon, Prismacolor art stick
Cairns for the cracked and broken places of the restless earth.
Pen & ink, crayon.
In the harbor there was a whirlpool
Crayon, color pencil, rubber stamp
I want grass stains on my feet
Entryways into other places
Color pencils and Prismacolor art sticks
Something about soul in breath.
Something about Mardi Gras.
Something about memory.
Caran d’ache and Crayola crayons