
During this time of chaos and turmoil, I find peace in the rough bark of trees, the dancing scurry of squirrels, the opera of birds, the sun on my face, the canvas of dark night and sparkling stars.
This summer I’ve been sketching my cat at least once a day. Sometimes I sketch the friendly squirrels of Baltimore too. (They are especially friendly if I have nuts.) The sketches prime my creative pump and get me started for the rest of the day, no matter if I paint or write, or both!









