All of my art "stuff" is still packed up waiting for the new cabinets it will live in so I thought I'd share a few journal pages that have not seen the light of day.
This guy was in a random newspaper article I was reading, don't remember what it was about, and I became fascinated with his face. I don't do a lot of faces, I'm usually not very good at them. But this was one of those I-can't-believe-I-did-this moments. He seems very familiar to me, I don't know why.
Ah, just another existential moment with a pen and an empty journal page.
This reminds me that I am surrounded by love. And I am pretty amazed how much this leaf looks like the one off of the tree.
Well, I'm off to dinner, as soon as the latest in a string of workmen leaves, so I'll close with what I'm thinking.
Time and Space are just little games we play to keep ourselves from exploding at the beautiful immensity of it all. Game Over. I'm going to relax into the velvet pillows of reality.