New nephews, new puppies and visits to family around the country have meant that I’ve slipped behind posting these updates. Some of these I drew while my nephew was sleeping and when I look at them, they remind me of him and that quiet soft time of new life stirring. There is something in the rhythm of brand new life that seems sacred. It’s tiring and can be difficult, but in the simple rhythm of sleeping, waking, feeding and comforting, it’s hard to think that life should ever be anything else or that you might ever do anything more profound.
print & pattern, rhythm & ritual