Here's what happens when I spend a day covered in paint with my husband and never actually open my very-important-daily-notebook-inside-of-which-all-life-is-organized.
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I have been noodling an illustration idea for a while. Two or three months ago I saw this photo of an Iris on instagram. For whatever reason it just reminded me of a dancer. I thought it could be so fun to make dancers, which I have always loved, out of flowers.
Something about that idea has become my mantra over the last 18 months. Aaron will text me during the day. "How's your day, lovie? What're you up to?"
And I tell him. "Well. I'm A.I.S"
It means I've shown up, that I've put my ass...ets to work, my fanny in the chair.