How it started. How it's going.

And how a 700-year-old dog is keeping me grounded.

It’s almost Halloween so this week I decided to do something a little witchy. It started lop-sided and weird…

…but I liked the idea and so I kept going, covering over what I didn’t like…adding shadows…trying and failing to properly draw a hand (why are hands so hard?)…worrying over the pieces I didn’t like and accentuating what I did.

I poured out my anxiety into the paper and then added my own words…a mantra to seal the drawing and keep all of the magic and dread and hope inside…