It started as traveling toward a blushing sunrise, but the journey seems to have been through an angry and unsettled night
I don’t quite know what to say about this lemony bugface, it’s just what spilled onto the paper this evening.
what is growing within you, what are you growing within
upside-down pears flying off into the sunrise, what?
i’ve had a lot of meetings in the last week. They have all gone mostly pretty well, but at the end of the day this is the inside of my head
conference in the woods
dancing to knot things together with careful, delicate lines
Kate Greenough's daily drawings