On the first day of quarantine they attempted to rip out their third eye; a preparation to protect them within the healing.
My Thoughts As Typed
Humans haunt me as I live and for that reason I would never choose to haunt them. I am comforted in thinking about haunting the wild to bird watch.
My Thoughts as Typed
Part three of the raining down yellow beads. All raining beads were gathered up and placed in a larger jar together after recording their sounds. : )
Part two of the falling yellow seed beads. 50g and 50g are 100 grams!!
Seed Bead Fun!
Neon and camouflage fungi in line and atop an acrylic backdrop from 10 years ago.
Being held from inside a cage.
A jar full of colors.
seed bead sorting
Plastic pony beads in tea jars and wooden beads as well.
The sounds of hot sugar.