Browsing through old National Geographics to pull out images for collage or study, I was reminded that there is nothing coming out of my imagination that’s weirder that what’s actually someplace in this world.
10 March 2015
9 March 2015
And then I went to sleep and dreamed of catching moths in a jar
8 March 2015
Maybe it’s an integral part of the process I’ve chosen, but a drawing like this means I spend an hour or two having no idea what I’m drawing or why, and wondering if it’s worth it. And pushing ahead anyway. So maybe that’s just good practice for life.
7 March 2015
spring cleaning
6 March 2015
5 March 2015
I have a bulletin board above my drawing table for inspiration and encouragement. I started this drawing by writing down all the words on the board.
4 March 2015
3 March 2014
some sort of a little prince has come to visit
2 March 2015
At last we are seeing mid-day temperatures above freezing. Though the snow is still a couple of feet deep, we can just start to to imagine the first wafts of spring-like air.
Here’s a breeze with the promise of flowers.
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