this morning i reported for duty at yesterday's journal center for a playdate with myself. i like my new outdoor studio a lot. a larger than normal troop of birds kept me company. hummingbirds, red-headed finches, sparrows, crows, and hawks. everyone was doing fly-bys. chortling, twittering, cackling, beeping. a duck might've flown over and quacked. i can't be sure.
i was smack dab in the center of my pink & orange happy place.
here are a few snippets.
pam started the background of the one below and i finished it today.
i haven't sat for long stretches in my big visual journal in quite awhile.
gwen (a blog reader) sent me an email about the big red farmhouse she and her posse of art girlfriends used to gather at up in the pacific northwest. doesn't that sound nice? they still meet 3-4 times a year.
i'm pretty sure if kim jong-un, bashar al-assad, mahmoud ahmadinejad, barak obama, gathered at a big red farmhouse and played checkers or knit sweaters, crocheted rocks, or drew portraits of each other our world would be way less tense. i'm gonna suggest it.
i found the stars poem!