My Little, um, Pony?
Maybe all the maple sugar is getting to me
felt tip markers & crayons
In these drawings, like in my life,
it’s not so much about following a plan or an idea
as it is about following the thread of a feeling
and trusting that I’ll end up in the right place
Prismacolor art sticks, which are basically fat color pencil leads without the wood casing
flower bug fairies, sunny day
crayon, rubber stamps
As it says. Mr. Crankypants.
water soluble caran d’ache, crayons
Thanking the old trees,
remembering the maples of my childhood.
I’ve been sugaring at the old hilltown farmhouse of a friend. Long quiet days of tending fires, hauling sap, filtering and bottling syrup. Alternating with days catching up with the busyness of life. The last few posts are out of order, but dated correctly.
Spring song, equinox moon.
Juniper dancing with trees
Crayon, birch bark.
Thinking about all the souls suddenly taken by the tsunami