Pouring My Art Out

It started off harmlessly enough. For Christmas, I asked for this cool little engraver pen I kept seeing ads for, and some paint pens. I was going to use them on my wood carving stuff that I already do.

And then I found this nice, big, smooth river rock. And the crack squirrels in my head said: “I wonder if that engraver would work on rocks?”

And they did. And the squirrels wondered if the paint pens would also work. And they also did.

And the next thing I know, I am looking for rocks everywhere I go.

And I am free-handing designs on rocks.

And so it goes, on and on, and now I haven’t even used the engraver or the pens on my wood carvings yet.

So whatever man…

Stupid crack squirrels.