A potful of night awaiting the solstice dawn

Gentle sense of melancholy; feeling the spaces of loss and time gone by.

I always liked this little witch from August 2020, and finally did a little more work on her. She’s still a little anatomically challenged, but feels a bit more solid.

The originally posted scan below:

gentle dreams for safe and soft returns

seeking a calm and lively space

It’s nice when I make something late and bleary, then find the next morning that I actually like some things about it.

worrying about distant events

somehow lately it feels again like I have wind in my sails