we'll walk in the sun

Word for today: wisdom of repugnance

A honeybee, fly and bumblebee making for some chaotic pollination of a Paeonie obovata flower.

The bottom photo is what will result in a few months. The dark seeds are fertile and the red ones are infertile.

Make art, with whatever you have. Use scrap cardboard and tape and build something; doodle in your notebooks, make a beautiful dinner, grow a plant, write, paint your nails. Learn to whittle, to knit, to cut straight lines, to sew, to cook, to run at a problem and not solve it the first time. Learn to try again.

Make things the wrong way.

If it works, do it again, better. If it doesn't, do it again, different. Draw badly. Look at the way the light hits something and try to figure out the colors it makes. Watch the way strangers walk and how the weight of them shifts in motion.

Creating art--beautiful things, ugly things, silly things--is not something that you should be leaving to people who are better at it or can afford the expensive materials or have a deep message or whatever. Do it anyway. Do it worse, do it cheaply, do it just for the joy of doing it. The work itself has merit. The work itself is rewarding. Make art.

Judging from Pandolf's face and demeanour, I think he tried to introduce himself to this hedgehog with trust, goodwill, and his nose.

After making his point a second time, the hedgehog decided he had reached the limits of pedagogy and returned to the woods.