New art, new friends, comments at my blog, commenting at others' blogs.
Watching what catches my eye or heart or both.
Discovered Gwenda Waterink whose work is not like anything I've ever done. Kinda like it, kinda like it a lot. When that Gwenda train rolled into the station I thought, I'm taking that train, and I stepped off the platform.
Pulled out a sketchbook. Oil pastels. A collection of pens. Told myself I'd ride the train for no more than 30 minutes.
Combined early memories of elementary school worksheets (lines, letters, shapes, colors) with the spirit of my granddaughters' homeschooling (broke "the rules" by using my non-dominant hand for the whole exercise and coloring out of the lines).
Now I've stepped back off the train. Wonder where I am.
6x9", mixed media on Aquabee paper