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(Or, dreaming about the swallows)
Color pencil and pastel on paper
(Or, dreaming about the swallows)
Color pencil and pastel on paper
Pastel + color pencil on paper.
New show opening at Commerce Gallery in Lockhart, TX tomorrow night 𓃗
Pastel + color pencil on paper.
New show opening at Commerce Gallery in Lockhart, TX tomorrow night 𓃗
you are a river?
Did you forget
how the rain cuts stone?
you are a river?
Did you forget
how the rain cuts stone?
[color pencil and pastel on paper, 10x10”]
[color pencil and pastel on paper, 10x10”]
color pencil and pastel on paper.
color pencil and pastel on paper.
Mostly spent this week framing and crying.
Mostly spent this week framing and crying.
Color pencil and wax pastel on paper, 10x10”.
Opening March 7th at Commerce Gallery in Lockhart, TX〰️
Color pencil and wax pastel on paper, 10x10”.
Opening March 7th at Commerce Gallery in Lockhart, TX〰️
Color pencil, gouache, and wax pastel on paper, 36x48”
Opening at Commerce Gallery in Lockhart, TX March 7th
Color pencil, gouache, and wax pastel on paper, 36x48”
Opening at Commerce Gallery in Lockhart, TX March 7th
Pastel + color pencil on paper
Pastel + color pencil on paper
Color pencil on paper
Color pencil on paper
The February illustration from my calendar collab with Parks Project
The February illustration from my calendar collab with Parks Project
And new substack dispatch out〰️
open.substack.com/pub/coyotewe...
And new substack dispatch out〰️
open.substack.com/pub/coyotewe...
(Ft. The best, but completely unhelpful assistant)
(Ft. The best, but completely unhelpful assistant)
Thinking about Lama Rod Owen’s words recently about needing to “grieve on the go“
and how community and connection can make the difference between the weight of grief becoming momentum fueling rather than an anchor…
Thinking about Lama Rod Owen’s words recently about needing to “grieve on the go“
and how community and connection can make the difference between the weight of grief becoming momentum fueling rather than an anchor…
How many times in my life I’ve felt the world was ending,
and it did not.
The sun still rises.
How many times in my life I’ve felt the world was ending,
and it did not.
The sun still rises.