I spent the day with a group of good and dear friends that I haven’t been with in person since the start of the pandemic, doing a Restorative Justice workshop. Came home tired and unsettled. This reflects my feeling of being lovingly held as I faced my own shortcomings and learned tools for doing important community work.
precarious plantling
I’m not sure why those fruits materialized, but they make this one resemble a poster of a farmworker’s dream
fat snowflakes plopping down onto the new green
final version
early spring flowers…quick to bloom, quick to fade
I have a couple of small turtles on my drawing table, one carved of stone and the other ceramic. Haven’t practiced still life sketches in a long time, and I’m feeling it.
the seeds they are sprouting
eyespider 