if I were clever with words I’d call this something like “enter the roo-mantis of the apocalypse” or have a story made up about it. I have friends who do a much better job of captioning my pictures than I ever can – which I greatly appreciate!
ants chilling at a picnic
Sometimes these drawings just fall out like dreams at the end of the day. When I wake in the morning and go to get the drawing to scan it, I have no memory of what I drew the night before, or how it came to be.
these hot dry days I’m looking for angels of water
echoes of memories of songs of the lake