Strolling in the woods at dawn,
through the fog I spotted a fawn
Though I could barely see his face,
he was small and full of grace.
He seemed to sense me that very morning.
Then, took off without a warning.
This is something quick for Illustration Friday, a little wet-on-wet watercolor painting. It’s a little different than I usually paint, a little more free-flowing. I hope that with these Illustration Friday exercises, I will learn how to let go, and just create instead of being so caught up with making everything perfect. When I want something to be perfect, I tend not to reach that goal, and get frustrated before it’s complete.


