In No Hurry

Pages evolve. I never know where they are going to take me. Layering paint, drawing, collage, image transfers... no rhyme or reason...and yet... stories appear, or snippets of stories at best.

Some are still held deep within me from the 60s...most ethics and beliefs still held strong:

...still the Dove and not the Hawk...

...some things even further back appear on the pages...those things we love in childhood that stay with us...or at least their memory...