Home sweet home. I love to travel and then I love to come home... I feel so cleansed somehow, as if anything, everything is possible (again).Spring is here, the air is warm and drawing comes more easily. This is a picture I made in Milwaukee the other day. Influenced by the desert garden room, looking up at tall tall palms, leaves splayed against glass. Cockatiels fluttering and chirping and cawing. Pale sun filters in. Gray sky of the north.
2 comments:
Your writing is becoming quite poetic. I like the drawing too.
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