I actually was working on another dribbly splotchy thing, but it was too wet and not finished enough to post. So instead today’s drawing is the cleaned up version of a coloring page from 2018 that I’m finally more or less satisfied with. I’m working toward a series of odd sort of Nature Spirits, perhaps eventually another coloring book.
This one reminds me a bit of the description of a duck swimming: calm and serene above, paddling furiously below.
the land tells stories in languages of its own
I see you, Good People cheerfully convinced you have a lock on the truth, blissfully oblivious of the complexity of reality’s web and of the suffering your world view is built on and perpetuates.
Not saying my hands are clean, but at least I know there’s a problem and a price paid for my own comfort.
I have some square panels on the back of my studio, visible from almost nowhere, that I want to practice on for painting larger scale, outdoor things. Here’s a sketch of what might go on one of them.
contemplating the implications of turning law enforcement over to citizen vigilante gangs. sigh.
I pour out my complaints and my friends they listen
I learned that deer populations in the US are now carrying the COVID-19 virus. Then I learned that they probably got it from commercial deer farms, along with a deer-version of bovine spongiform encephalitis. So basically we are doomed to accommodate this virus now that it has reservoirs in the wild, as well as among the humans that refuse to get vaccinated or to isolate when they might be contagious. It’s hard not to feel that we are an awful species, when we get disconnected from the world we live in.
Anyway, there’s sort of a deer resting among leaves here.
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