I looked at the potted plants this morning. A few cuttings brought from the old place. A few things rooted and potted up from groceries. Those avocados are huge, too big for the little pots they are in. Then I looked at the beasts, I looked through the blog at all the stray selves.
What if we grow out of ourselves? I think so, hence the constant evolution of form. I have come to appreciate it more when it is not pretty.
Not pretty is on my mind in a big way.
I wonder what form it will take.
...a drawing done while talking to my son on the phone yesterday. Who called from somewhere outside of LA and told me I should move to California.
I love him, he is a wanderer in as many ways as he is grounded.