My bones feel it, too. They're awake now. I serenade them with wacky jazz murmurations from Koop and scribble funny lines like "a gray imposition in a blue composition." I chew chlorophyll gum because I never did that before. That seems right. Here's what else is inspiring lately:
Morning, everyone.
This book: My Cool Shed by Jane Field-Lewis. I want every one of these hideaways. Maybe this is where the good words live?
This art: End of Days by Brandie Grogan, because her palette, her repetition, her words, show me that there are others out there...
This amazing tutorial on how to make a clay and rope bowl. Guess what I'm trying next?
This dramatic and old-new glaze design by Michael Kline at Kline Pottery.
And to the butterfly that flew with me on my walk yesterday, thank you:
this butterfly,
an impossible black,
reminds me of a dark-haired boy
who folded up my heart
into his paper thin wings
and flew away.
And to the butterfly that flew with me on my walk yesterday, thank you:
this butterfly,
an impossible black,
reminds me of a dark-haired boy
who folded up my heart
into his paper thin wings
and flew away.
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