and then of course I had to do a blue one.

just something like something I saw when my eyes were closed

Today started out sweet and sunny and ended up in a wildly windy bluster. The pivots of springtide.

It’s funny how I can sit at the blank paper thinking I have no ideas and nothing to draw, and once I start making lines something like this sometimes emerges.

Sometimes it ends up not resolving into an actual story but stays in the realm of lines, shapes and colors. That’s just a different kinds of journey.

I saw an article about seaslugs that can regenerate their entire body from just the head. Which reminded me that nothing I can imagine is any weirder or more improbable than something that actually exists.

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flying a kite in a tricky wind

where do sun dogs go at night?

There are a couple of tiny bits there that actually look like clouds to me. But it was fun mixing grays from violet and raw sienna. Could I be working my way gradually back to watercolor? Who knows, time will tell!

Seeking simple joys, finding primary chaos