thought note: i love to draw angels - and iconic women - Anywayz. Yesterday, i buried a little tiny baby bird - outside my studio window, between the daffodils. I found him on our driveway, i think he left the nest a bit too early - and just didn't make it. made me really sad, even though i'd like to be all philosophical and talk like The Lion King "circle of life" stuff (remember when Simba asks, "hey why do we eat our friends, Dad?" - Yep. "Circle of Life." i like to think he's in a better place now (the bird, not Simba), but i don't know how all that works . . .
tech note: Faber-Castell artist pen, "F" (fine)