I saw a wonderful photo of a jackrabbit earlier in the day and evidently it stuck with me. Drawing it convincingly from memory, that’s another issue.
Today’s meditation is in black lines on white paper. Riverine meanders turn into frills.
Guess I wanted to see a bunch of green today.
cardinal resting in thorns
dragon is not having a happy christmas
Annual Christmas Eve sing at a neighborhood pub, then lots of food and family. Never managed to spend any time in studio between it all.
Happy merry whatevers, all!
dance of an angry princess
“The angels stand ready and waiting the moment the spirit is gone,
To carry it upward to heaven and welcome the traveller home”
(“Sawyer’s Exit” from The Sacred Harp, sung to the tune of Rosin the Beau)