Happy May!
My inner critics are telling me this is not serious, and I am not a real artist. I don’t care. At the end of a not-stellar day, spending a couple hours on this was what settled me down and made me happy.
Make the art that feels right to you, critics be damned.
I got my second does of the Moderna vaccine today, and am celebrating the circle of protection.
primary cells
don’t ask me what this says, I still can’t read my own writing
watery romance, with chorus of buglets
mood
those gone before
the gray-looking wash and lines are actually shiny bronze, but the scanner doesn’t really capture that!
I love staring at clouds. I really love master paintings of sky, water and clouds. This is not one of those! just a note-to-self about how at evening sometimes the clouds are brighter than the sky on one side, and darker on the other, as a herd of them ambles past.
eyespider 