
agate. petrified wood. sumi nagashi swirls of ink. colors to soothe my eyes.

harvest warrior

still life with, umm, parasol and….swiss cheese?

I’ve been three days away from home, and this evening I’m reveling in my own studio and all my colors again.

bearing witness to grief: gnarled harvest of a hard summer

Lola’s doggers

the hermit on the mountain

My aunt recently sent me a poem I evidently wrote as a child:
Mr. Moon sits up in a nook,
Fishing the tides with his fishing hook.
He pulls the tides in
And he pulls the tides out,
And he swirls the currents all about.

alien folk dancers marking the end of summer
Kate Greenough's daily drawings