variations on a theme have been on my mind. as i walked, talked, stopped, listened, looked. the funny thing also was, i wondered about the garden at home. and about the one fern i keep. the one that sits in darkness, and thrives in the afternoon humidity. as i joined the morning queue to finally witness ron mueck's fabulous work on boulevard raspail in the 6ème arrondissement, i wondered about my sweet little fern back home. to kill time standing in line, i started drawing what i was missing.
norma loves ferns. she keeps some this weekend. i'm slowly easing my way back into blogland. soon, paris paraphernalia will pop up everywhere, like curly fern. SPECIFIC PARIS SERIES. DOWN HERE BELOW. enoy. ♥