While standing on the porch one minute before a sunrise that was too cloudy to see, I notice that the paths around and in and out of my garden form a nine patch as they intersect.
It makes me think of Jude.
Still playing with the pansy ink. The purple on the left is where I squished the flowers into the paper.
The ink is dry; I think the color is different because of the paper. It also gave me purple fingers for a day.
This morning's mark making. Flower moon and charcoal ink along with the pansy ink.
And then digital layers, more charcoal.
June is when everything grows so fast here; along with the typical rain, it is warm and the days are long.
It's also when the roses bloom...