Couldn’t resist goofing around with blooms to see what would happen. They make interesting marks. Then I use my imagination to make something out of them. Like this:
My creative self was lost in cardboard packing boxes for several months. It is doing a happy dance now that I have opened up the box and let it out. I have my little carry all on the island in the apartment filled with just enough supplies to keep me going, and my sidekick at my feet. Life is good.