from a happy photo
as above and so below
lest you think otherwise, the bird is singing a green song into the ground.
or perhaps slurping up some green spaghetti worms.
the wind beneath my rings
flowers for everyone who lifts their voice in song
preparing for the farewell to long-light days
day’s curtains part, giving way to night
seeking passage.
playing with watered ink and acrylic glazes.
Idazise
Kate Greenough's daily drawings