Tired after a weekend of glorious community singing with friends from near and far
9 March 2013
I saw a cartoon of someone sitting at a piano with the notice, “press any key to continue”.
That’s what I often feel like with these drawings. Knowing that I just have to start somewhere, with something. The practice flows from there.
Then I just have to trust I’ll end up somewhere, even if when I look at it, I don’t really know just where that is
8 March 2013
here is a bug. she is playing a lute.
7 March 2013
I had my eyes checked today. Still nearsighted but otherwise fine.
I heard somewhere that we only see rainbows because of the way the cones in our eyes work; they are an artifact of our particular biological configuration. Lens flares. Or a kind of mass hallucination.
6 March 2013
there’s a hole in the winter
5 March 2013
this time I drew a coloring book and didn’t color it in (much)
here’s a kiss from a fancy spring flower
4 March 2013
some is taken, some is given. one enters, one leaves. one travels through desperate measures, one tries wings to seek new ground. everything carries risk, every risk has a balance. sometimes there is an upwelling of awareness.
3 March 2013
I drew myself a coloring book
and then I colored it in.
In the morning my little family went out to a sugarhouse for breakfast. The smell of woodsmoke and maple sap, light snow sifting through the air even as it melted on the ground. Eggs, buckwheat pancakes, plenty of coffee. Hearing stories of my sons’ exploits and plans. Despite sad news all around, islands of pleasure and joy.
2 March 2013
heads on fire
1 March 2013
Love, strength and healing to Morwen, Queen of Beats
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