attempt to remind myself of an image from a dream, about being able to focus energy into positive action
ants chilling at a picnic
Sometimes these drawings just fall out like dreams at the end of the day. When I wake in the morning and go to get the drawing to scan it, I have no memory of what I drew the night before, or how it came to be.
echoes of memories of songs of the lake
around here our native orchid of the woods, the ladyslipper, has started to bloom. Many photos on my internet feeds though I haven’t seen one in person yet this year. Drawing in the plein air of memory and imagination
ocean shells from childhood memory
crustaceous eyelash. or another dream turtle bird.
when I was young I lived nearer the ocean any my grandparents sometimes fed us on lobsters with drawn butter in gold rimmed dishes.
I feel like I’ve drawn this picture a bunch of times.
Past pets under flowers.