Is it bad that I can’t quite be done with my fall inspiration board? Maybe it just means that I can still find inspiration here. That there are a dozen ways a line can take form, and I picked one of them. I think maybe I’ll sketch a while before I lay these clippings to rest. In the current season I feel a bit like a quickening seed – while the rest of the world celebrates the changing colors and crisp air, I’m dreaming about bluebells and tender ferns unfurling. Lobelia and new chickadees. Spring mud and solitude. Simplicity and sadness.
Goodbye Sweet Fall