Walking through paths of autumn.
More playing with resist, I think I’m getting a little better handle on it. I love the process of laying down colors, covering them up, then scraping through murk to find them again, It’s like a treasure hunt.
Reading A. E. Housman’s “A Shropshire Lad”. I’m not sure how this relates, but I was thinking about that particular sweetness of life and love when you’re facing uncertainty and crisis