A few quiet moments of nourishing contentment and absorption this afternoon:
• rounding up a scrap of textured watercolor paper,
• swishing the decisive blade of my paper trimmer to cut the scrap in half,
• gathering paint markers and red gel pen,
• poking around for tidbits of a trimmed painting,
• grabbing a glue stick,
• folding, gluing, writing.
A tiny bit of prep for my Saturday gig at open studios at Porter Mill.
