Today I painted these tentacles to join the small collection of works I’m bringing to Steampunk Festival this weekend. It’s been a strange day. At some point I felt like everything was too slow, especially here on the Island, but then some really beautiful moments crept in. My friend and I saw two white ibises walking side by side. I went to a neighborhood association meeting and liked the people. And now I’m sitting on my front porch, it’s just a tiny bit chilly out, and the scent of my own jasmine is wafting towards me. It would be a perfect evening if my dog stopped barking and whining for more food. She has been amply fed. But she can never have enough these days. Dog old age is very strange.
