This morning I had the thought that maybe music is the only thing that really matters
Pencil, crayon, Prismacolor art stick
Cairns for the cracked and broken places of the restless earth.
Pen & ink, crayon.
In the harbor there was a whirlpool
Crayon, color pencil, rubber stamp
I want grass stains on my feet
Entryways into other places
Color pencils and Prismacolor art sticks
Something about soul in breath.
Something about Mardi Gras.
Something about memory.
Caran d’ache and Crayola crayons
three piggies dancing in pine woods on a sunny side up day
Ink, water soluble crayon, color pencil
This is one of the pictures that tells its own story, without my words.
Maybe someday I’ll know how to talk about those spirits and the ocean of creatures they seem to be escaping
Prismacolor art stick and felt tip pen
A song of growing, ripening, harvest.
I just finished kneading locally grown wheat berries into the bread dough.
Crayon, color pencil, watercolor.