Grouchy, grouchy, grouchy.
Clawed my way to my studio through metaphorical brambles and muck and icy wind and pelting sleet in wet heavy boots. No hat. No gloves.
And created a little woodland scene (instead of shaking my fists and making a scene!).
Dipped my brush into paint.
Moved pastels against the textured fibers of sketchbook paper.
Peeled tape gently from the edges of the page.
Witnessed outer and inner transmutation.
3x5", ink, acrylic, and pastel on sketchbook paper
[not for sale]
|Softened, now a handmade notecard|