Another 'mindless' doodle scribbled on my former 'interior design' job's memo paper. Hmm. A proud Quail head seemed to be asking for golden light and soft warm grey tones.
Just a glint of the pencil tip, but a saturated line of wet marker. Rip, cut, layer, blend.
Looking down with tender attention, listening. Touching the nucleus of life. A ladder of ribbon like necklace support. A fire surround flicks up to the oozing clouds. Bead and boxes. Dew drops and rain drips slide.