One must be careful what one draws:
“After two-thousand years we’re still in infant Christianity.”
Richard Rohr on the Another Name for Every Thing podcast.
This is the joy of doodling: beginning with blank space and seeing what emerges as one creates. I suppose it’s not a terrible way to approach each new day, as well.
Perhaps the face is sad to watch the flower city launch away.
Bob did not have the most intrepid life.