More from the pandemic diary canvas:
This time the words came to me while I walked the labyrinth this morning:
“in the eye of the storm, in the mouth of the predator, with or without you, i dance”
I wish I had a very pale pink Sharpie to give her feet some color. But I don’t, and I am committed for the moment to using only what I’ve got in the studio, so she has little ghosty feet.
Fun fact: I found a mouse like this in my desk once. I scooped her out and put her in a bucket while I went out and bought a cage for her. She was my office-mate for three years. I called her The Poopsmith because of what she’d done in my desk.
also: 
Oh I am so glad you are writing your thoughts and feelings here and creating a wee mouse with wisdom coming from her whiskered mouth. “With or without you, I dance”. I also love the simplicity of this. Just some words and art.
I have to keep it simple. If I didn’t, I’d be here writing all day long!