My best work often comes out of the lowest expectations. That sounds pretty dismal, doesn’t it? But it isn’t. The above drawing was something I did this past winter. I’d gone for a walk and seen some dead flowers along the path and was fascinated by their stark beauty. So I picked a bunch, took them back, then began to look at them. And then I began to …
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