The three month stretch of over 100 degree weather finally broke and when it did it came with strong winds that stirred the tinderbox that it is Texas into wildfires all over the state. We wake every morning to the smell of wood smoke and wonder how close it is to home today. Reminds me of living in Northern California. Scary. Dry and scary and we are all praying non-stop for rain.
This bunny started life on my work calendar last month. I think I love him. Like most calendar sketches he got pasted into a sketchbook and doctored up a bit. I've been told by several people that I need to draw whatever it is that he is smelling or leaning toward. Glad I didn't. I could tell you what it is but what fun is that. Gather your own impressions. Besides I hate when people tell me what I should add or take away from my art.
Just like it says on the journalling. I need to organize the boring parts of my life. They remain unorganized. I remain unapologetic.
Lastly, a sketch of what I wish I would get up and DO instead of just think about, turned into an impossible to do list for the mere four hours between coming home from work and getting ready for bed. Depressing. I read something today that implied that we try to do so much, accomplish so much, make our lives look so perfect because we live in a culture driven by lies and shame. Interesting theory. Which prompted me to spend this evening on the sofa with a cup of tea and mail order catalogs just to repair any damage I may have done with my list-making yesterday. Balance. Life is all about balance.
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