Ever have one of those days when you want to pull your hair out? Here it is in black and white! I was experimenting with white ink in a journal with black pages.
One night, as we were sailing from the Marquesas to Hawaii, my husband sobe his torch in the water and saw a huge pink eye reflected back at him. This is my artist's impression of the creature.
A marsh resists firm boundaries: water becomes ground, branches become reflections, and distance dissolves into light. The task was not to explain the place, but to remain attentive while it refused to become clear.
