What could be more valentiney than a mouse hiding in shrubbery.
14 February 2023
13 February 2023
Nothing like looking at a scan I’m about to post, to give me a struggle with the rule I’ve made for myself not to engage in self-critique or deprecation on these posts. There are obvious things I see that I would push farther, or should have backed off on, before I would feel good about presenting this to other eyes. But. This is how far I got, and it is just what came up. It was another day, and I went into my studio, and I made some art. That is what it is, and it is enough.
I do like stones.
12 February 2023
Before I scanned this I had it propped horizontally, and I almost liked it better that way. From wood to water.
11 February 2023
10 February 2023
I was uninterested in making a new art tonight, restless and unsatisfied. But sticking with it for long enough to let it be something, I suppose. going through my mind the echoes of a piece by Nick Cave on the subject of Grief, which has been circulating in my social medias lately.
Visit his blog at theredhandfile.com to read a lot of stuff that will give you thinks and feels.
9 February 2023
there’s a strange warm wind blowing through this February. how soon all the snow will melt.
8 February 2023
finding a way through
7 February 2023
This one I started with ink running on the page, and then followed feelings about colors. I guess the spring green is there, with the summer colors in the veiled background. This winter has been weirdly warm, but we still have snow cover, and no leaves. It’s the time of year when I miss green the most.
6 February 2023
5 February 2023
back home, filled with gratitude.
Winter calls a clear horizon, like the sea calls to the port.
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