Yesterday while I was waiting in line to get into the Whole Foods in Providence, I saw a flock of crows soar past the building on the wind. They were fluid ink marks against the gray sky. Their motion was in contrast with us as we stood on the concrete walk, six feet apart. I wondered if they could see us as they tilted into and out of the wind.
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Corona Sketchbook
Trying to do at least one page (usually more) every morning as part of my new routine. This is an old notebook that I started 5+ years ago, but I didn’t get very far with it. There were sketches in here that I wasn’t happy with, so I pasted new papers onto the pages and started over. Or in some cases I just painted over the old images and integrated old and new. These are March 30 - April 3.
