Scribbled Lives Week 28—Weather

Walking on a windy day is a favourite pastime—not so blustery a day to sweep me off my feet, but enough to invigorate me when the cool air catches my breath. 

An Vanhentenrijk describes her writing process as strokes which are as fluid as her breath. There’s no stopping and starting, just continuous, rhythmic movement.

Two concepts emerged for this prompt and each had nine lives! Finally settled on the one I call “breath of wind”.

“We feel the breath of the wind upon our cheeks, we see the dust and the leaves blowing before the wind, we see the vessels at sea driven swiftly towards their ports; but the wind itself remains invisible. Just so with the Spirit; we feel his breath upon our souls, we see the mighty things he does, but himself we do not see. He is invisible.” Reuben Archer Torrey

Continuing Kalliandra practice. Pointed pens and watercolour on pasted paper.