
a family grouping (a song of twos and threes)
I challenged myself to use only scraps from my waste paper bin

rosy cheeks

another song of threes

neighborhood coffee klatsch
no, seriously. I was thinking about how seemingly insignificant little social rituals are what actually hold our worlds together.

I wasn’t paying enough attention to what I was thinking to give you any words with this one.
Instead I’ll give you a link
I think it’s related to what I drew

a chant for the ocean mother

hawk watches

well, it started with me feeling the energy of spring surging like a breaching whale,
and ended up looking a bit like a witch surfing while carrying her broomstick across her shoulders.
In case you were wondering.

I don’t want to know about it
Kate Greenough's daily drawings