Funny how things get connected these days through thin invisible digital threads…
That drawing “happened”. One of my daughters (don’t remember now which one of them) made a little doodle with watercolours on the back of one of my rejected prints. A charming toddler’s doodle. The ease, the precision, the confidence of naivety.
And, as usual, I saw a face in it. To make it more even more obvious I very lightly touched the drawing to add eyes, nose, lips.
I wish things “happened” more often.
…And then I go on to see what more that Someone-who-“liked”-me has to show, and he has this:
Everything is connected. Things do happen. And I imagine that I know and notice. And that should be enough.