an old drawing…from the days of when i was still making the Fiber Figures…many flying women, dreaming women, over that vast New Mexico desert landscape.
i no longer do this…almost all my drawings….they look directly "into the camera"….?????? What's happened here????? more like portraits. of What? what are they portraying? a groundedness? is it because i live amidst TREES? is it because i am old now?
there is a
new
very very small lizard.
on the rock just near where i squat to turn on the water of Jack Flash's hose. nothing "established" yet. But often enough, that it's deliberate. I have come to say here too….. Hello Friend, small one. Hello. Are you here? and if i wait, what seems like too long, but ends up being long enough, "they" appear on that rock…little and bright eyed. We are still. Just like Uno and Dos. Same. but a
new one
so…maybe it's all about More of what the Lizards are teaching me………..
windthread 
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