Love the word peregrination, especially since my son Scott's becoming intrigued by peregrine falcons sometime during his grade school years. Peregrination means travel from one place to another, especially on foot, and I did a bit of that with today's painting, but when I hear the word peregrination I also think of a peregrine's stoop, its sudden focused drop—at up to 242 mph—to catch prey in midair. I did an approximation of that today, too, diving in with streamlined speed to see what I'd "catch."
Some of my foot travel was steady and enjoyable but took me other than where intended. Some of my bold moves pleased me but others not so much.
Ink that looked great in application dried to a different color. Watercolor crayon brought color I wanted but messed up some clean lines; then, in trying to revise that mess, I washed away ink I'd thought was permanent. And so it went.
Between the sure-footedness and stumbles, the catches and misses, I have another postcard ready and waiting.
4x5", acrylic, ink, and wax pastels on manila stock
[not for sale]