in between beach combing and keeping company with the stacks of books in my montecito cottage, i found some things to draw & paint on the overflowing shelves.
how good to sit in the quiet of that big room and work away in my sketchbook.
one november day, someone picked up an inky red stamp and pressed it down onto this paper. 114 years later i glued it into my sketchbook.
december is here!
my mind has already swiveled around and is facing the wild northern coast.
meanwhile at school we’re preparing for the winter concert, painting pine branches on black paper, practicing our cursive, writing stories, reading books, doing long division.
i wonder what you’re doing…