When He Placed His Hand On My Sisters Delicate Arm, Suddenly He Looked Like A Tree In Winter, Bare And

“When he placed his hand on my sister’s delicate arm, suddenly he looked like a tree in winter, bare and shriveled-small. He knew it, I think, and glowered, which made my sister glitter all the more.” Circe by Madeline Miller

back in the pond again

I made a bunch of art as gifts for my friends and family. 

This is Gift 1: Existential dread. My friend requested a drawing of existential dread

I tried out oil painting

A sheep, an apple, and Zombie Cleo

Gift 2: mushroom person

Gift 5: Clown