On a sunny day I move outside and work under the trees. Listening to Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan, birdsong, wind in the leaves. Up to 184 now.
On a sunny day I move outside and work under the trees. Listening to Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan, birdsong, wind in the leaves. Up to 184 now.
You are in a beautiful place to create Let the enviornment alter the girls in some way
I’m pressing a peach pit into the clay for texture. Everything around me seems alive with a growth of bark, moss, leaves, buzzing, chirping. My focus completely on the clay, my fingers, shaping the girl inside