
maiden, mother, crone

I left my boots on the land and went to look at the sea

at sunset, thing of the night prepares to go bump

these rocks might have had more of a country to live in but I kept going to sleep on the page and that’s as far as I got

waltzing wisps

some of these nights we must eat the wind

When I’m tired it’s easy to fall back on ink brush with primary colors. I was half asleep making this. It could perhaps depict some kind of chariot.

keep the wind at your back and the sun in your jacket
Kate Greenough's daily drawings