Bernard the Bear
Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same
Desiderata
Is it ironic that I was writing out the words of “Desiderata” (“Go placidly amid the noise and haste, / and
Windows on the World
The way in which I experience a window depends on the weather that day, and if I’m on vacation, and
White Cliffs
A watercolor-turned-pastel landscape for day three, because I’m bad out of practice when it comes to pastels but apparently even worse
The Main Reason I Can Never Become Famous
My first day’s project was more of a “deep” one, so I thought I’d switch it up with some funny-ness