Wrack in her Birds Be Safe ruff. My studio supervisor.

I want to add a cricket in the grasses. I love the sound of late summer.

urge on to adventure

Inspired by a photo Gray showed me of a cicada emerging from its juvenile husk. Bugs are so very cool.

climate disruptions

I’ve not been spending nearly as much time in my studio as I think I ought to. But still holding the practice, for whatever that’s worth. It’s worth something to me at least; I’m holding a little space that can expand when I get the time and energy for it. And I still get that hour or so to dream on the paper.

Here’s the mighty, handsome rooster of my sister’s flock. He supervises me carefully when I collect the eggs and check the water and feed.