I got to the end of the day and was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep, as I was still haunted by a dream from the night before in which I sobbed helplessly while hearing a song listing the beautiful, complicated names of all the white horses that had been slain. Who would even do that, and why?
So I made this picture, and then yes, I did sleep.
last night low clouds raced across the sky, veiling and unveiling the waning moon
I made a little ghost story
Limited studio time today, so midnight just gets a quick color sketch for now.
I spent this long weekend at EarthSpirit Community’s Twilight Covening. This is the gathering that inspired me in 2009 to begin the practice of making a drawing every day. So that’s seven years of drawings now, what an auspicious number!
“I have a cow that has horns of silver
I have a cow that milks herself
I have a cow that fills the pail up
Just like the ocean fills up the seashore”