The sky did something beautiful this morning.
Everyone hoards words and eyes and mouths, yes?
I finished up the small sketchbook I’d been working in, filling the last half with gluebook collage. It got fat.
Piglet is obsessed with my work space. He likes to shred the paper in the hanging basket, and occasionally he throws the pens and washi tape out of my little art tote so that he can sit in it.
Yes, that’s Elvis’ head on a stick.
Elvis’ head, again.
That is the face of a blissed out dog.
Some more gluebook collage work.