I had 15 minutes in the studio, between getting home from work and settling into a family zoom. That is enough time to cover a page with crayon, pencil and ink. What is this song about? Maybe trying to get the important things done well enough and in time, mixed with a little chaotic anticipation of a snowy day.
And then I added some colors. Happy Yuletide, or however you choose to celebrate the hope of brighter days.
Family at home for the holidays, much joy and not so much studio time. Crayon colors to celebrate!
I got to go to a gathering to sing seasonal songs, face to face with actual human people (and also a kitten). I got home late and tired, but this is a bit of greenery, for gratitude and hope, and circles for friends and family.
In the coming year may our wealth be counted in the company we keep and the stories and songs we share.
It was one of those days. Nothing I did turned out to be anything I wanted to look at. More layers didn’t help. I’m irritated and cranky, and the colors are muddy and the lines are tangled, pointless and senseless. Some days are just like that. I promised I’d post them all, no matter how I thought of them, so welcome to my snarled, dissatisfied mind of the night.
I see you, Good People cheerfully convinced you have a lock on the truth, blissfully oblivious of the complexity of reality’s web and of the suffering your world view is built on and perpetuates.
Not saying my hands are clean, but at least I know there’s a problem and a price paid for my own comfort.
A Facebook friend shared a post about how a long-term light capture photograph of an apparently empty square of the night sky revealed thousands and thousands of distant stars and galaxies. It is an amazing web of matter and energy that we are such a tiny part of. And I’m grateful for openings that remind me how vast is the mystery.
cherish the gift of vision
eyespider 