Sketching images I wonder what is practice and what I could develop
sometimes small bursts of wordplay, of poetry, of thought and feeling are best
Storm sweep in.
Strange eye is another self portrait art experiment. Iceberg is a quick trust poem.
Lots of wishes cast to the winds out to my blue heaven…Poem I’d like to continue and a self portrait that could develop into a stylish series).
Winter still wants to be a bitch, so a storm is moving in with blasts of wind. Flower petals are blown off of trees. I imagined a flower fairy ripped up out of her bed by the bitchy bitter vengeful winter wind.