100 Challenge Ocean

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....

Slug Portals   This is with fluorescent pens—will look more interesting once I get a blacklight to illuminate these. A raised pyre where people are incinerated. I am set to...

Tree & Shadow Drawing without looking at page, outside, Olympia.  We are told that we must hold on to our name as we traverse the dying. But why? Why not...