I’ve nested in the seldom used living room. It’s transfigured to the likes of a hallway, but it’s ok. It’s very cold here in Saint Paul, Minnesota, and in almost 24 hours, it will likely be brimming with mutual friends and food. We’ll worship together and listen for the pleasant pangs of our harmonies.
I’ve hot tea and hands that faintly smell of the gouda my roommate offered not even an hour ago. Irish clover bares this frigid winter with a brave and enthusiastic grace, and the chairs in this space seem friendly and comfortable. I do believe chairs have personalities… in the most metaphorical of senses.
I’m listening to Brooke Fraser, and bleeding creativity.
Come, Lord Jesus!
title: coon cove
materials: gel pen, watercolor, watercolor paper
date: 2.12.14
I need this creative outlet, and so I've produced this bunch of raccoons. Ironically, all I want to read right now is Where the Red Fern Grows.
What a happy irony. Hallelujah.
These came about in the throws of this animania, plus I've been deemed "red-fox-fur-loud-singer" by "Spirit fire girl" and Gina, who's name is lost to me in this moment. Aren't they perty?
title: fox trove
materials: gel pen, watercolor, watercolor papers
date: 2/12/14
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