Back to the journal
After a stretch of nada
Me: work in progress.
When I got up this morning I was literally led to the table where my long-suffering art journal has been waiting for my return. It has been weeks since I've worked there. Three hours later, this is what emerged. Three hours? Yes, and it sped by. Here I am still in my white cotton nightgown and it's past noon.
Thanks, Rebecca, as always, for hosting our Haiku My Heart Fridays. Drop by and read and see what the other participants are saying.
