My 48 hour vacation has begun. Going to dive into my wood panels. Am just coming up for air. And food.
A storm is rolling in off the Pacific, straight towards LA. Should be here by midnight.
I'm leaving a little light on so the storm knows where to find me. I'll just be here waiting. I love storms, rain, paint, paper, cats,
silence, weekends, messes. love.
I love these small pockets of time. Of being fully awake in the world.
Content. Pulling the house around me. Sinking into the weekend. Long
days filled with little luxuries. Using my eyes and hands to make
visual stories on the page and panel. Even if I don't know what they mean. Yet.