
an army of half-baked ideas?

look, there’s a hundred-foot woman coming through the trees

maybe it’s the month of 90% humidity, everything I touch is damp. here are some fish, who won’t mind that.

home under hill

be careful when you stick your neck out

sitting on the cushion

when the wind kicked up,
they ran out onto the dock
and held up their harps
so it could play on the strings
Kate Greenough's daily drawings