Doodle-Brained
If you are ever in session with me and see me looking off screen, I’m either working on an embroidery project or doodling.
This is a silly gallery of doodles serve as containers for all the love, all the prayers, the rage, heart-break, vicarious and historical trauma that others summon up in me, while I listen and they locate their courage to keep going.
And they also hold all my hope.
Some human exchanges remain wordless:
