Don’t ask. I don’t know what it means, either.


I just had a hankering for a color palette of mustard, white, and mauve. Weird little set. “Ode to A Dentist”?

Oh well, at least I painted something today…

(Crams both a chocolate seashell AND a chocolate seahorse into her mouth…)





slow mornings : : rust & mustard

…Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour…

—from Colors passing through us by Marge Piercy