Orly Avineri's stencils came in the mail today. I've long admired her journal art. It has teeth and sometimes soft fur. There are images that dance over bones of emotions. Gardens bloom in the dark, stems dripping, petals smashed into place. Too often, I'm found at the computer screen, nose nearly pressed to the pixels, to see how Orly creates her art.
And so the stencils arrived. I played with bones and blooms for today's pages.