
Casey was our practice child, before our son came along. She was with us for a little over 10 years and her death was quite a loss. It’s watercolor and colored pencil, from a photograph. Some glare upper right from the glass.
Where I draw, paint, and write poems and essays. And collect texts from my reading, like a crow collects tinfoil.

Casey was our practice child, before our son came along. She was with us for a little over 10 years and her death was quite a loss. It’s watercolor and colored pencil, from a photograph. Some glare upper right from the glass.