Breathe Out

One of my most favourite part of making art is connecting to a little wild being that fell out of my pencils or paintbrushes. It is in seeing that face appear out of pigment scratched on paper, and the personality they project. An honouring of a beautiful being that now exists as it’s own entity of sorts - the birth of something that was not there before. The magic of creation. And it is magic. You’ll not convince me otherwise. What did you magically make today? What delicious food or enchanting words or wild weavings? Tell me, I want to know what magic was made around the world (in your tiny corner of it) today.