I've got one eye open, my nose sniffing the air; I'm
just starting to stir after my self-crafted hibernation of the past two weeks or so.
Yesterday a post from Nicholas Wilton landed in my inbox.
Wilton made mention of having to regain buoyancy and momentum.
Indeed.
I play with a postcard today—tear and cut some collage paper painted awhile back, tear some pieces from a calendar page, get my hands sticky with glue.
Might just curl up and take a nap now.
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Into the Great, Wild Dark
4x5"; acrylic, pencil, ink, and collage on stock paper
abstract
2018 |