I’m relishing the buttery quality of the green pencil and how it almost glows in the feathery soft down of Owl’s face. I love the sound of your voice and marvel at the details in your drawings. You inspire me to commit to a sacred sketching practice to explore my relationship with the beautiful wild.
Your owls are speaking with their eyes and the olive green is beautiful and so adequate for this wise, strong, but unobtrusively beauties. It all comes together in your words. I understand.
Btw - the only tattoo I have is an owl on my upper arm. She‘s sitting on a book, the symbol for reading and writing, other passions for me.
I’m relishing the buttery quality of the green pencil and how it almost glows in the feathery soft down of Owl’s face. I love the sound of your voice and marvel at the details in your drawings. You inspire me to commit to a sacred sketching practice to explore my relationship with the beautiful wild.
Your owls are speaking with their eyes and the olive green is beautiful and so adequate for this wise, strong, but unobtrusively beauties. It all comes together in your words. I understand.
Btw - the only tattoo I have is an owl on my upper arm. She‘s sitting on a book, the symbol for reading and writing, other passions for me.
Pure Nature loveliness, Natalie. The Barn Owl Spirit must be reveling in it. And that green is so earthly beautiful. 🦉 💚
What a lovely post. Gorgeous sketches and words. And I LOVE that green!!
Thank you, Natalie 🙏