I got a new pink pencil.

Sometimes I feel like I’m recapitulating bits of the history of modern art from my memory of art history textbooks.

Then I wonder when I’m going to have my post modern rebellion.

And then the  years of completely ignoring the art that I’m making.

something I saw this morning before I put on my glasses

oh look, it’s another dancing princess

vine pod hunter

or something

a comb jelly, or maybe a dirigible.