Sometimes I have a sense of the shapes while drawing with my eyes closed each morning. This bear felt like a surprise gift to myself.
The tree tokens keep coming. There was a moment of imagining one hundred of them all together. It's not likely to happen, but who knows?
All of the tiniest scraps have a place to land.
I love October. Always have. Just waking up knowing it was here brought new energy. Two boxes of stuff from the past were even brought up from the basement and gone through. Most of the contents can go now. Funny how a few years has made a big difference in what matters. This stained glass was made in high school, I think I was 15. I remember picking through the pieces, looking for the blues (it really has been a life long love affair), and being in excited disbelief that we were going to get to make something so real. This I'm keeping.