Yesterday, after a long while of not painting, it began with this soft stack of peaceful stones, started on another day. (Sorry for the bad photo editing, there was no "before" photo.)
Things came crawling, flying, climbing, stomping out...
And some doodling happened...
During all of that, She showed up...
Dearest Friend called, suggested, nudged, saying, "Come Out, get on the bus and Come."
On the bus, I wondered while I stitched on this, what that man looking over my shoulder thought? Or how odd I looked searching the floor of the bus for the dropped needle? (Yes, it was found.)
Today I'm going to doodle some more and work on taming her rough seas...or not.
