There is something about spending hours shoveling snow that makes me think in black and white. My new journal, started in January, is still not an intimate of mine. We circle each other warily. As an ice-breaker, decided to go with my signature piece - my hand. We've since warmed up to each other, and have been happily playing together all week.
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Pen and markers. There is something juicy and soothing about using markers.
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