Damn it, I forgot to clean the scanner bed again. Well it’s clean now, for next time. Too rushed to re-scan for now, so you get what you get.
Losing wings, or finding them?
a circle of magic in Emily’s woods
blobby goopy watercolor fall
maybe it’s a bunny rab-bat? Or a roo-bat. Who knows. Anyway, I took out my collection of crayolas to make a candle the day before, so there they were, begging to be used for a drawing.
my happy visit to the ice pond
I think I’m leaning too heavily on that purple glaze. Maybe I’ll touch it up to more match the forest floor that the other shapes remind me of.
I had some words to put on this, but I didn’t like them once they were set down. I was thinking about how I don’t feel alone when I’m off in the woods. There I am aware of being part of the whole living web of being, and connected to all that is. A feeling of isolation is a self-protective response, that is also an injury and an illness.