Getting my new broom ready to sweep out the old year, and make space for the new.

looking for a peaceful place, with salty, drippy trees.

song fragments

I saw my neighbor opossum on my way to studio tonight, climbing the fence by the compost pile and watching me carefully but not very fearfully. Last time I saw them, they hid behind a shovel with their tail sticking out, and stayed there for quite a long while.

I have named them Rustle.

Feeling a little less stuck today. I had imagined a much more sinister character when I started this one, but then the penguin happened, and the tree thing couldn’t help but almost smile.

Still feeling stuck, without inspiration, not taking the usual pleasure from my studio time. But I feel OK about this picture anyhow. And I did spend the time, and do the practice.

I spilled a bottle of ink trying to open it, so this was kind of an exercise in working with whatever happens. And saucy hip-bumps.