I smell a sweet scent in the air: delicate, alluring, illusive, and enticing. Spring of course is cleansing the skies often, showers and hail and winds. But still, it lingers there in the back of my mind, rekindled unexpectedly, at odd places. If I could put my finger on it... but its source, its essence, eludes me.
Entranced, I make art and it makes me.
Wednesday March 31: Sharpie on drawing paper, 14"x17"
(Ninety days of art in a row! I kick ass!)