100 Challenge Ocean

Over So soon all of this will be over. But for now! We celebrate in the sun.  Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la We celebrate—  we celebrate in the sun.

None of This Even Matters Today I found out that one of my pieces will be rubbing elbows with the work of an artist whose work I greatly admire, in this...

None of That Matters In the face of the tidal wave, the skyscraper-height tidal wave, that’s gaining all water and all momentum into itself and crushing toward us, none of...

All Flood The mouth open, the insects. All flood. All color. All blankness.  The art supply store had no decent black paper, so I’m relegated to scribbling on the backsides...

Nibs   This one is larger, at 10 x 16. Although I like the texture of the cold press paper for my palimpsests, definitely prefer hot press or otherwise smooth...

The Feeling of Words in our Mouth   I could sense where gold lay hidden in the ground. Not the natural deposits, mind you. Not the veins and ore lodes....