
When I’m tired it’s easy to fall back on ink brush with primary colors. I was half asleep making this. It could perhaps depict some kind of chariot.

cherish what fruit you got, this season you’ll get no more

I’m glad the debates are over. The election can’t come soon enough for me.

beach day for bugs

I started the day with facebook posts about panic attacks, and ended it with this quick image falling out of my brush—bookends?

these trees started as a sad feeling but got touched with a warm fire as I went along

yes, my darlings, I am ready for the stage

I’m hoping you’ll find the earnest awkwardness sort of charming

a family grouping (a song of twos and threes)
I challenged myself to use only scraps from my waste paper bin

bottling snails’ dreams
Kate Greenough's daily drawings