Seeking balance. The sun will rise, the seasons will turn.
Fragmentation after a long day of travel. This is me balancing an egg.
Back from the mountain. This was all about looking forward to sleeping in my own bed.
something on the theme of choice and balance, I suppose.
Started in haste, but when I returned to the drawing at the end of the day, I really didn’t have anything to add.
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.
this looks more apocalyptic than I felt at the time
it’s a walking star with a foot on the ground and dressed in sky