The Crinoids part 1
Melancholy, a creeping shadow around the corner, waiting to cast it’s dark on the light of this moment. I recognize you. the Crinoids are done. Number 1 is…likely number 2 will follow. They are abstract in nature….got lost in the small marks…tiny little inner recesses of my thoughts. They may or may not speak to anyone. Alizarin Crimson ink ordered/staining mulberry with coffee as my paper to print upon. still quite uncertain but also excited for the newness of this
for me, they were an echo. Communication to something above me. a flower for a secret friend.