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But it's nearly gone now. https://www.instagram.com/p/Caj88njrVM0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link Explorations with format and watercolor inks.

Advice learned from fairy tales. Size matters. https://www.instagram.com/p/CN5khqshrVI/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

URASHIMA THE FISHERMAN From Favorite Folktales from Around the World by Jane Yolen. Then a last song burst from him as he struggled with his loss: “My love, when after a night of longing day dawns and I stand at my open door, I hear far off waves breaking on the shores of your Paradise!” If only he hadn’t opened that jeweled box, people have said since, he could have been with her again. But the clouds hid her Paradise from him and left him nothing but his grief. #dailydrawing #folktales #kidlitart #watercolor #janeyolen #sofreakingsad #tonighticanwritethesaddestlines

Beginning 16. Pudding was running for his dear life! All was not lost- he had a plan. https://www.instagram.com/p/CPV_CsPBI7t/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Things I learned from fairy tales. Being first is not always good. Being second is worse. And so, slow down and enjoy not being the fastest! https://www.instagram.com/p/COa3tsAhAWf/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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Many beginnings. Beginning 9. You should know this - all waters are connected. * Starting is easy, it's the middle that is often a muddle. And I won't even mention the endings. Here are some beginnings for children stories that flitter through my head. https://www.instagram.com/p/CO-cGf-BSV1/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

28. Creepy cats. Prompts are from Janelle Shane generated using the OpenAI net GPT-3. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVlLft-LUlJ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Erik Satie (1866–1925) In 1898, Satie moved from Paris’s Montmartre district to the working-class suburb of Arcueil, where he would live for the rest of his life. Most mornings, however, the composer returned to the city on foot, walking a distance of about six miles to his former neighborhood, stopping at his favorite cafés along the way. According to one observer, Satie “walked slowly, taking small steps, his umbrella held tight under his arm. When talking he would stop, bend one knee a little, adjust his pince-nez and place his fist on his hip. Then he would take off once more, with small deliberate steps.” His dress was also distinctive: the same year that he moved to Arcueil, Satie received a small inheritance, which he used to purchase a dozen identical chestnut-colored velvet suits, with the same number of matching bowler hats. Locals who saw him pass by each day soon began calling him the Velvet Gentleman. The last train back to Arcueil left at 1:00 A.M., but Satie frequently missed it. Then he would walk the several miles home, sometimes not arriving until the sun was about to rise. Nevertheless, as soon as the next morning dawned, he would set off to Paris once more. The scholar Roger Shattuck once proposed that Satie’s unique sense of musical beat, and his appreciation of “the possibility of variation within repetition,” could be traced to this “endless walking back and forth across the same landscape day after day.” Indeed, Satie was observed stopping to jot down ideas during his walks, pausing under a streetlamp if it was dark. During the war the streetlamps were often extinguished, and rumor had it that Satie’s productivity dropped as a result. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

Advice from fairy tales. Always open all the doors. (Results may vary). https://www.instagram.com/p/CNkUMKAhHzs/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

UFO: A LOVE STORY from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. "One night the two are parked down by the lake, when something comes floating in over the water. The something is round, pulsing, and bright. It hovers right over their car." https://www.instagram.com/p/CgjsLi4Ou7u/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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Beginning A new kid showed up to play today. They strolled up the hill and around the tree and then they were right there. https://www.instagram.com/p/CPnwYxQhHQ0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

The cat with the plan. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYkDEJ1pJo-/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Hourly comic day. Every year I swear to myself that I will do the Hourly comic day on February 1. Every year I fail to do it. This year I even added it to my calendar. And still... The hours run away from me and then I think to myself - who wants to know the hours of my day. And I think to myself - nobody. So I don't. Maybe next year.

Inktober. Swing. https://instagram.com/p/B3eq5FvBpZz/

Vacation. Woke up early in the morning from persistent knocking. Woodpeckers we’re trying to get to carpenter bee’s larvae. https://www.instagram.com/p/CCR0deVBrqz/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

BAM! Apple fell on Kismet's head. How unnecessary that was to prove gravity! Cats knew all about gravity a lot longer than people did. They test it once in a while to make sure it is working properly. https://www.instagram.com/p/CS9-uLPL3pa/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A burden of history. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdi8xGUOcBZ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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Beginning. Dee LOVED hats. She made very elaborate hats for herself and her friends. https://www.instagram.com/p/CQgWEpMhF2Z/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link