Rhythm don’t mean nothing,
you go with the flow,
you don’t stop!
You said it, Jack Johnson.
I’m simultaneously fascinated and terrified. At Sandrigham beach yesterday, I was very much tempted to poke the gelatinous bodies washed ashore but also a bit too frightened… despite the fact that these ones aren’t supposed to be poisonous. They’re still gross looking; a bit pink and grey like a giant bloody snot ball. In the water, however, they’re quite pretty and graceful.
I used a quill to draw this, with splashes of watercolor pencil and paint. Quills are so much fun to write and draw with! I always thought that the wizards in Harry Potter were a bit stupid- you can invent a spell to make someone’s legs dance the tarantella but you can’t invent a pen?!- but after getting my pretty quills in Florence and playing around for a bit I decided they were super fun and would it really be that impractical to take notes at uni with it? It would? Oh.
I guess I did knock over the ink pot and create a huge splotch on most of the pages of that notebook. And the granite table. And the floor.
Maybe I’ll stick to the pen.