another gasping comic. breathing is an issue for me, i guess. here are 3 beautiful rocks that we found on christmas day on a beach at lake ontario. they were in my wallet when i lost it, so they are gone forever, except in drawing form.
i am teaching myself and someone else these words as often as i can. when i didn't know what to draw one day i spun my sketchbook on the pottery wheel at the steelyard. that is where those pencil circles came from.