Taken from a mask. Derwents.

I like it – but it’s a failure. I set out to use color to create the effect of a ridge above the eye. In the mask, it’s about a 1/4 inch deep inset carved by the sculptor. There is no sense of that inset here.

All four. Forest, southwest, sea, sand storm.

One by one wasn’t doing it for me.

Prismacolors.

I always thought these plants were little stumpy things that clung to the ground. But they rise to about six feet tall, huge columns over the desert floor.

We look for echoes of ourselves in all things.

Crimson parrot.

Between earth and earth’s atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant; there is never a drop more never a drop less. This is a story of circular infinity, of a planet birthing itself. – Linda Hogan