Where do you go when you go missing

Where have I been? Been here and there and nowhere all at the same time. I had a sadness. I had a happiness. I had more I had less. Like Lochie from Lock Ness I was here but couldn’t be seen, way down in the deep. Am I back? Half of me is visible, the other half is thinking about it.

I haven’t been idle, well, not all of the time. I have knitted and flitted and diddled and daddled. I have fiddled and faddled. But I am here now, part in shadow and part in light. Will I continue to take flight and write, draw and score with a paper knife? Will I stay, will I go? Am I out of the fog, ready to Blog? We shall see … we shall see.

Summer has gone with its heat draining days. Autumn is here with its peaceful ways, quiet, serene, allowing me to dream. Winter is waiting … around the corner pushing its way every now and then with a gust and a chill; winter has a very strong will and is impatient.

Trees gently shed their leaves so they can float like a boat in the gutters and streams in their autumn dress and people guess where they will end up. My friend sent me some ginkgo leaves from her tree, they are my favourite; I won’t send them down the stream I will put them in my journal.

People are retrieving their winter clothes from hidden places in their wardrobes. Shops confuse us by showing us new things to keep us warm then suddenly put out summer things. We shake our heads. Should I be hot or cold?

I like to read and plant a seed … or two … or three and end up with a tree and memories of a family that lives in a book … that I took … from the library … then sent it back. Now I have a tree and memories, that’s nice.

I call myself randomrose. I like random, like today I thought I would reopen my blog but didn’t know what to say so I have babbled and dabbled in some kind of poetry (my kind of poetry cos I can). Oh yes, I got myself a tattoo a little bird with wings and five sturdy feet … he’s really neat … I drew him and the tattooist tattooed him. I got him on a whim but I am really glad because I really really like him. On another whim I had him made into a stamp so I can have dozens of him if I want … that would be fun.

After such a long absence here on my blog I am probably only talking to a fallen log but that is ok I have had a nice time. Happiness to all wherever you are, whether your near or whether your far the elves and fairies hear your wishes … may they all come true.

Ready for stamp

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365 Face a Day

If I ever learn to upload photos correctly I will throw a party. I am hopeless. One page is big, one is smaller and the other is whatever! As you can tell I am cranky with myself. Trouble is I switch between Picasa, Photoshop Elements and anything else that is on my computer instead of staying with the one program and learning it.

Anyway, this is the last few days of fun in my 365 journal.

I am off overseas next week and don’t want to take this book as it is quite heavy so I will take computer paper and do a face a day in between enjoying my three grandchildren. The computer paper will be thin enough to stick into the pages when I get home. I am tired of using crappy paper but I have a long way to go yet. When I come back I will start another journal so I can use better papers.

I will be flying to Kuala Lumpur then  Netherlands and yes I am flying Malaysian. I figure a terrible tragedy can happen anywhere at any time and I believe strongly not to let fear take our lives away.

The flight from Australia to Europe is a long haul  twenty-one hours so I like to have ‘walking time’ at Kuala Lumpur to  loosen up the body, although I am one of those people you see at the back of the plane doing all sorts or bends and stretches. I am not often in my seat. I must always have an aisle seat  in the middle seating area as I hate trying to climb over what seems  a corpse. Some people take sleeping pills and nothing in this world arouses them. One funny story whilst on a long haul (no stop over so it was about twenty-one hours straight.

A young man sitting next to me obviously took sleeping pills and didn’t wake up till we landed. (he told me as we were coming down to land that he hates flying to knocks himself out).  No toilet stop nothing, amazing. What he did do though for about an hour or more was to ‘snuggle’ into my shoulder. OMG! I tried gently moving him then started shoving him but he was not with this world. I got him off my shoulder a couple of times only to find the next minute or so he rolled back. Thankfully he was a smallish man and quite light but I was not happy! In the end I actually rolled him over to the other side of the seat. He then leaned on the other person (sorry stranger) I had enough!

I have a lot on until I go so I will be missing until late June. I doubt I will have time with my grandees, and family. My grandee girls are eight years and 10 years old and my little one is only just one year old. Whilst the girls are at school he and I will be inseparable.

Hoping to take photos, maybe get a little writing in to post when I come back (maybe not … we shall see).

So to all my dearest blogging friends … HAPPY BLOGGING, HAPPY DOINGS, HAPPY CREATING and look forward to trying to catch up when I get back.

 
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FRIENDSHIP IS BORN AT THAT MOMENT WHEN ONE PERSON SAYS TO ANOTHER ‘WHAT! YOU TOO? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE.’

C.S. Lewis

 

 

 

 

 

Sketch St.Kilda Beach and Ivanhoe

I found this in my ‘drafts’. Have I already posted it? Am I having a senior moment, if so, please forgive me. This was some time ago but …

The day started calm, sunny, breakfast in a restaurant right on the beach-front, friendly chatter. Maybe we chatted a little too long as when we finally got started so did the wind and the heat.

We all managed to sketch  a little something as we were not  trying to hold everything from pesky wind. It was an exercise in patience. One friend lost her beautiful hat, whipped off by the wind and tossed unceremoniously into the sea. (I had visions of a hermit crab enjoying a new home). Not to be outdone by wind and sea she found a cardboard box and saved her face from the dreaded sun and skin cancers that so many of us suffer here in Oz.  We met up at lunchtime, relaxed over a delicious lunch and had a ‘show and tell’ which is always the highlight of our day.

Given the first attempt of me trying my hand at boats (the disaster in dry dock), I progressed with this effort.

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It is always a good idea to look at your work either through a mirror or in this case at a photo of it. The clouds are on a lean and whilst they were very thick, they could be better, but that is the nature of sketching and learning.

SKETCHING AT IVANHOE, A BEAUTIFUL SUBURB OF MELBOURNE…

Ah, the elements of the weather and en Plein Air sketching. The weather was warm, humid and trying its hardest to rain today, it didn’t quite carry out a downpour which made it all the more humid but our small group of sketchers’ soldiered on. I chose a small section of the shopping centre but didn’t get much done as the ants decided to visit, many of them, nipping at me, running up my arms and down my legs, finally when one decided to investigate down the back of my neck I gave up and moved. I don’t like killing anything but if ants have news broadcasts then tonight they will have sad news of many deaths in Ivanhoe…squish, squash, stay on the ground or die. (that is a bit brutal…but they hurt when they bite).

I love watching some of the other sketchers; the way they are broad and quick with their medium, getting things down, moving across the page, backward and forward ,bringing the scene into being in such a free and easy way. I am different as I enjoy the small things and I am still learning not be overwhelmed by the (what I feel is chaos) busy scene in front of me.

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Waiting patiently

Deep red rose and silent chimes 

for cool summer breeze.

randomrose ©

365 – Face A Day (continued)

I cannot believe I have completed 65 days of faces. Some are disasters either through being in a hurry, tired or just plain crappy work. The thing I am pleased about is that someone does come each day. Strange, amazing people. Sitting with coffee in hand I choose a pencil of some description (can only use pencil or biro on these very thin pages). There is no rhyme nor reason what I start with. I am not looking to draw a perfect face I am looking to see who appears and what story they have to tell. If I try too hard then their story doesn’t come and it is just an exercise in drawing-I don’t want that. I want surprise and fun. Here are my people to date (or from where I left off before my story telling posts).

365 Face a Day - Andre and Hamish

365 Face a Day - Hamish and Morgan

365 Face a Day - George, Renae and Brian and Patchwork Sally

365 Face a Day - Serious Sweet Sally and Nadia

365 Face A Day - Gerome Gearhead and Nonsense Poetry pairs


365 Face a Day - Damien and Shamba

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk’s sake. 
Paul Klee

Creative Writing – Ember Moon – A Story for Children

Continued

CHAPTER 5- 1 year later…

Andre and Oscar remained friends.  Andre became a librarian and Oscar continued to puzzle about everything and anything. He had taken up writing about his puzzles. His manuscript about the rainbow serpent was tucked away under his bed never to be published, as the ending didn’t seem complete. He never found out why the serpent died or what the colours were that pulsated across the sky.

One ordinary day

Oscar got a message from Andre to visit the library the next afternoon. When Oscar arrived at the library Andre took him to the room where it all began and to his amazement and delight Koray was there and he had some startling news.

Koray told the story of the rays they saw in the night sky on that amazing night after capturing the rainbow serpent. The rays belonged to the black threads that sewed themselves into the dark clouds. The colours are the threads lifeblood, without them they were slowly dying. The Rain Bowers had stolen them to build the serpent, as the colours are powerful. The threads had been trawling the night sky trying to find them. Their luck was in on the night we were trying to capture the serpent. They heard the commotion and saw their colours, their beautiful serene colours, ugly and intensified on the beast. They saw Andre struggling and came to help.

The threads had wrapped themselves around Andre only to anchor themselves in their weakened state until they began stitching into the cloud. They sent their apologies for frightening Andre. They drained the serpent of its colours and as strong, as the serpent was as it writhed within the cloud it was no match for the threads taking what was rightfully theirs. Once the threads gathered their colours into themselves they transformed into their original shape of gaseous rays that spread across the night sky dancing in celebration and the serpent fell to its death.

That news was something Oscar had been waiting for. That was the exciting ending he needed for his unfinished manuscript.  Andre asked Koray if he knew where the threads were now.

Koray explained they have returned to their home in the atmosphere above planet Earth. They are Aurora Australis. They dance in the night skies depending on solar radiation, the planet’s magnetic shield, and the planet’s position in relation to Ember Moon. Their dance is an exciting phenomenon to the earthlings.

Wow, us earthlings get a mention, how cool.

 

CHAPTER 6…THE ENDING

 

Months have passed since Koray’s visit…

Andre had not seen Oscar for some months and was wondering how he was. They had both been excited to see Koray and the news of the mysterious rays was a fantastic ending to their story. Andre still takes the greatest pride in knowing how he saved, not just Ember Moon but the whole universe. He was smiling deep in thought remembering the sight of the very ugly very dead serpent at their feet when the bell on the library desk rang bringing him back to the present.

It was Oscar. They greeted each other with a hearty hug asking each other at the same time how they were.  “Full of puzzles as usual” Chuckled Oscar “And I am up to my neck in books as usual,” said Andre, his neck dipping and soaring as he laughed. Oscar handed Andre a parcel “I have a gift for you and I am puzzled to see if you like it. Andre zipped open the package and stared in disbelief. There on the cover of a book was a picture of cogs and planets with the title ‘Ember Moon and the evil rainbow serpent’Under the title were the authors’ names… Andre and Oscar, The Protectors.

Andre’s eyes looked like they were sitting on the end of long stalks, his neck was weaving around, his ladders were rattling and his lips were stretching into the widest grin until his mouth was beginning to look a lot like his neck.

They sat together, Andre reading the book, Oscar nervous, waiting for him to comment.  There were no obvious signs on Andre’s face to indicate what he was thinking. He did not look up from the book until the last page was turned. He closed the book slowly, his eyes were misty, his mouth void of words but the nod of his head on his very long neck showed Oscar all the approval he needed.

YES, THIS IS THE END! All the puzzle pieces are in place giving us a complete picture. Wait…my fingers are still hovering over the keyboard. Maybe there are more puzzles after all.

Do you think Oscar and Andre should have any more adventures? Do you think Koray will ever come to visit again? Are the Rain Bowers plotting anything else? What is a good name for the planet they live on?

Email me with your answers, thoughts and your stories about what future adventures these two strange, wonderful beings could be involved with and who knows, we might have a book published with all our names as authors.

I dedicate this book to my two lovely Granddaughters, Madelaine (10years) and Bianca(8years) who were my original editors. Their comments and ideas were invaluable. 

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This is a children’s book and the last paragraph is for the readers of the book, not for my wonderful blog readers…well…if you have that child within feeling …

I am hoping to illustrate the book using mixed media picture that hopefully will photograph 3D (kinda) really don’t know how or what or where etc. but certainly a work in progress.

Thank you for those that have sent along ‘likes’ and comments, much appreciated.

Here a a couple more pieces I have made for the book:

Ember Moon-Library books

 

The books are not finished. I have an idea to put them on shelves somehow?

Rainbow Serpent - Ember Moon

Rainbow Serpent – Ember Moon

Creative Writing – Ember Moon (a story for children)

Continued…..

CHAPTER 3 – THE MEETING

OSCAR

The library was very quiet when Oscar walked in the next afternoon; only two visitors were browsing. He kept his eyes focused for anything that slightly moved… or not moved…like a body. He made his way to the reference section without interruption. He took down the huge Ember Moon book, placed it on the equally huge table, and opened it to, surprisingly, the first page. That is not Oscar’s usual practice; he always worked from the back to the front of a book. It gave him more puzzles as he did not know what he was reading until he got to the start then he would put it all together, but not on this day, his curiosity was too strong.  He spent a good hour reading, running his finger under each line so he did not miss a single word. There was nothing about small books, strange languages, or snakes; however, the theory of the rogue planet was spellbinding and terrifying.

ANDRE

André had just finished stacking shelves when he saw Oscar at the reference table. He felt he needed to apologise again for running off the day before so he made his way to him to apologise. “Excuse Me,” said André. Oscar jumped, then André apologised for making him jump. “Sorry said André. Sorry I just made you jump and sorry about yesterday the way I ran off”. Oscar smiled at so many times ‘sorry’ came from this boy. “That’s o.k. Oscar smiled, I was deep in my reading, and you don’t have to keep apologising”.

André saw that Oscar was reading the new reference book on Ember Moon and asked him if he found the book interesting. Oscar nodded enthusiastically, telling André that he spent most of his time solving puzzles and the ember moon was something he was especially interested in because of Nathaniel Knight’s theory of a rogue planet that could be a danger to them all. He said he was even more interested and puzzled since he found a strange little book in the library the day before titled Ember Moon, obviously not belonging to the library. Oscar then asked André if he knew anything about it watching him closely, ready to see his reaction.

Oscar knew he should have stopped there and not mentioned the dead body again for fear of confirming to the boy that he was crazy but the words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. When he finished he stood with his puzzle head pink from top to chin, especially his nose. Whilst he thought the boy knew something more, he wished he had not mentioned dead bodies.

Oscar did not expect what happened next. André almost shouted for Oscar to stay right where he was. His head and neck disappeared in a flash leaving his laddered body behind which looked quite bizarre. Oscar stood there still pink-faced and very confused by what just happened when the boy’s head popped back around the corner and pleaded. “Please, it is very, very important to stay right here”.  His head disappeared again taking the rest of his body with him this time, his ladders rattling into the distance.

Oscar didn’t move, number one because he could not have moved had he tried, the bizarre events felt like they had nailed his feet to the floor, and number two, he has never turned away from a puzzle yet and the puzzles in this library were getting bigger and bigger. He didn’t have time to think further, an index finger reached around the corner of the aisle and beckoned him to follow. The finger belonged to the very long arm of André.  Oscar followed until Andre’s long arm caught up with the rest of him in a small alcove in the ‘Z’ section and there to Oscar’s amazement was the dead body except the dead body was alive. Oscar felt his eyes rotating in his head, now he really was having a dizzy spell.

Pause: Now I will tell you about Koray…

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Koray did have a secret, he was sole keeper of the history of Ember Moon as was his Father and his Father before him and his Father before him and, well, you get the idea don’t you.

 Koray left Ember Moon to search for help, as a dark and brutal threat had come from the planet of the Rain Bowers. The Rain Bowers had always been rogues and renegades around their own galaxy raiding and capturing smaller planets and using their beings as slaves. Now they were a threat to all galaxies. They developed a rainbow coloured evil serpent that can wrap itself around large planets dragging them from their axis and taking them back to their galaxy. They strip them of their precious minerals and life forms, which allows their planet to grow larger and stronger and the most powerful in all atmospheres. Ember Moon is their target. If they can capture that, there will be no stopping their evil ways.

Koray had to be vigilant as the Rain Bowers had their seekers everywhere reporting on planets, galaxies, and especially the movements of Koray. They need to capture him and get the history book to complete their knowledge of Ember Moon’s hidden minerals. Unfortunately, Koray found the tides outside of Ember Moon played havoc with his dream state. He was exhausted by the time he reached this planet and took cover in the library through the open roof next to the reading room. He knows it will only be a matter of time before the seekers find him. It will not take much to capture him. His waxing and waning is not working to full capacity and his dream state comes upon him so quickly now.

Koray told Oscar how he had watched and listened to André each afternoon and began to trust him. He showed himself to him and they became friends but he did not think André have the burden of this problem as he was only a boy but now time is running out and he is desperate to save Ember Moon and all the galaxies including this one.

There, now…Do you agree that was worth the wait? Did André do the right thing in bringing Oscar to meet Koray? Can they save Ember Moon from the evil serpent? Will that save everyone from the Rain Bowers? Can Oscar puzzle out a plan? Let us continue

At this point, Oscar does not know the story yet but you and I do. (How cool is that).

Back to the alcove behind section ‘z’ and The Meeting

to be continued….

Creative Writing – Ember Moon (a story for children)

Continued…..

He stood puzzling over the missing body when something caught his eye at other end of the aisle. It looked like the person. The dead body person Oscar thought to himself, but not only was this person not dead, he seemed to disappear by half then appear again then disappeared completely all in a matter of seconds. Oscar shook his head and closed his eyes and when he opened them, there was nothing to see other than shelves and books. Poor Oscar wondered if he had seen what he thought he saw or had he had a dizzy spell. With the strange goings on with bodies and flying books it was possible.  He found it hard to believe he saw a dead body only to find it had disappeared then see it reappear then disappear by sections. He though it better to believe he had a dizzy spell.

He was still pondering over this when he heard a voice behind him. “Excuse me”. Oscar turned to see the boy who had caused the commotion. “My name is Andre and I am sorry”.  Oscar was puzzled as to why the boy was saying sorry to him but before he could ask the question, the boy continued. “I am the boy who caused the book avalanche. The librarian said I have to go to every visitor in the library and apologise for the calamity I caused. She said if I did not I would not be able to volunteer in the library and that would be a tragedy. I come here every afternoon after school to stack shelves. I have done so much work getting rid of the cobwebs and rearranging books and stacking shelves. This is the first time I have ever ‘unstacked’ shelves!”Oscar told him not to worry as he did not get hurt and thought the whole thing was a spectacular sight. Oscar felt that was a bit thoughtless of him to say that so he quickly asked the boy if he had been hurt, “No, just my pride.” said Andre.

Oscar could plainly see that the boy had his ladders and arms under control; he was as compact as a Swiss Army knife. He had everything in perfect alignment.  Oscar suddenly had an idea. “Have you seen anyone or anything unusual in the library today? Like…someone… disappearing or – or dead? Andre blinked twice in rapid succession and looked like he was trying to swallow a fur ball. “Nope” he said far too quickly and before Oscar could ask anything else Andre excused himself saying he must continue with his apologies and practically ran away, his ladders rattling as he went. Oscar felt stupid. The boy must think him crazy, no wonder he hurried off but Oscar felt there was more to the boy’s reaction. The strange look on his face puzzled him.

Again, let us press pause in this story to learn a little about Andre the ladder boy.

Andre - Ladder Boy

Andre – Ladder Boy

As you just read, Andre can fold up his ladders and arms onto his body with perfection like a Swiss Army knife. It was not always like that though. It took him until fourth grade to perfect his ladder and arm folding and neck control. Up until then his head used to bob around like an out of control kite on the end of its string on a very windy day. His head often got in the way of the hologram board in the classroom when the other kids were trying to work or his head would swoop down and cause havoc knocking their books and ipads from their desks. He often had bruises on his forehead. The bully kids called him weirdo clumsy neck. Oh sure, the other kids had strange bodies as well, like Didge, he had the longest fingers and sharpest nails of anyone but he could retract them so they looked relatively normal inside the classroom although he didn’t like doing that, he felt too ordinary so he bullied everyone to cover up his feelings. He stole their things and if they asked for them back, he would extend one finger and poke them hard in the back when the teacher was not looking. In the schoolyard, he would extend his fingernails and scratch their arms or legs then grab at shirts, and tear them. He did it mostly to Andre. Then there was…well…we will not even talk about her, she was the worst of all…she continually called Andre CLUMSY!

It all changed just before the start of fourth year. It was Celebration time to mark the beginning of their Rock Harvest (celebrated each year since the settlement of this planet).  Didge and his family had never won the decorated house contest as his Father built their house from the top down, like he built the library and the main hall, his house was ten stories tall, the tallest house ever built. There was no way anyone could reach the roof of his buildings. Each year he was frustrated because he wanted to decorate the whole house especially the roof but unfortunately, not only had he lost his builders license the worst thing of his entire life was that he lost his hover license… INDEFINITELY!

Here on this planet one must have a license for just about everything. Poor Didge’s Dad, he was the only one that could hover. It was hard for him to stay grounded but the people got sick of the way he built buildings that were impossible to reach the top levels, so if he was grounded they were all safe from the dreadful skyscrapers.

Didge’s Dad saw Andre practising his unfolding and folding of his ladders and asked him if he could put decorations on the roof of his house. Andre did a brilliant job. The Didge’s were the winners. Didge’s Dad invited Andre to dine with the whole Didge family to thank him. Didge (Bully fingers as they called him at school) learnt that bullying was not smart at all, doing something good was. 

I could go on about…well…no, I said I would not mention her, besides; I have digressed far too long. I hope you have not lost the story line… let us quickly continue…

to be continued….

Art Journaling-365-A face a day

O.k. my dear blogger friends. Thank you so much for your advice about blogging with one, two or three or a dozen blogs or just one. I have listened and thought about it and decided to keep just this one blog but try to organise it a little better. I am not that good at understanding what WordPress is trying to explain to me about sub-menus etc. but I am giving it a go. Under the ‘About’ page I have (I hope) done sub categories which might be a better filing system and as long as I just do my posts on a single subject at a time it should work. Yeh right! Is there such a thing as me keeping on track???? We shall see…

So this post is just on my art journal of 365 days – a face a day.

For those who haven’t seen the first post on this  book; it was a gift and I just randomly decided to draw a face a day. No pressure, just play and see what happens. As the faces come out day after day I am realising that each one is a story which is an unexpected bonus. They tend to tell me what their name is or what they think of me (when I don’t listen or can’t get things just the way they expect…well…I am far from perfect so they better get used to it or not come out). They are not nice at all sometimes.

On a bit of a serious note, I like creative writing so I am excited that there will be 365 stories if I want to take them further.

Doing something each day is really worth it as long as you don’t put pressure on yourself. You not only get in a few minutes or an hour of deliciousness, which to me is like meditation; you never know what else it might lead to. Do whatever turns you on whether it be art/craft/photography/writing or blacksmithing (just thought I would throw that one in meaning anything at all).

I have stopped rambling so now I would like to introduce you to THE FACES…so far…

365 day book (Medium)

Jackie

Jackie

Penelope and Madam Scaroof

Penelope and Madam Scaroof

Deidre and Calamity in Chaos

Deidre and Calamity in Chaos

Hattie Young

Hattie Young

Tom

Tom

Imelda Imp

Imelda Imp

Flame

Flame

Burly Bob and Hilda

Burly Bob and Hilda

Poppy and Anvil

Poppy and Anvil

Barbara and Sonja

Barbara and Sonja

Evaan and Owen

Evaan and Owen

Diak and Georgey

Diak and Georgey

Kiaala and Miss Ruby

Kiaala and Miss Ruby

Ken(in the turban) and Ali Baba

Ken(in the turban) and Ali Baba

Andrew and Angelina

Andrew and Angelina

Candice 1 and Half Harry

Candice 1 and Half Harry

Miss Messy and Candice Candle

Miss Messy and Candice Candle

Tristan and Sophia

Tristan and Sophia

Giselle and Wally

Giselle and Wally

Imelda 2...Herman and Tilda

Imelda 2…Herman and Tilda

Eye-Van and Shreenaa

Eye-Van and Shreenaa

Pyhlo the wise and Jack

Pyhlo the wise and Jack

Deidre (again) and Dolly

Deidre (again) and Dolly

Harry and Albert with his pet rock

Harry and Albert with his pet rock

Larry and Cockeyed Rose

Larry and Cockeyed Rose

Sandra and Autumn Lovers

Sandra and Autumn Lovers

Iron Man and Mum and her naughty children

Iron Man and Mum and her naughty children

Clarissa, Peter and his friend

Clarissa, Peter and his friend

“The Secret of Drawing consists of just two things: 1) Making lines on paper; and 2) Choosing where they go.” 
― James A. OwenDrawing Out The Dragons: A Meditation on Art, Destiny, and the Power of Choice