A few months ago, I started two inkblots that were forgotten at the bottom of the drawer.
They were dug up yesterday and worked on, but I am not sure I am done with them…
Here  is one.

Ink on paper

And we have a cat who pretends to be a squirrel.

Very few leaves are left in the trees. We can feel that the snow will soon cover everything.
Does it smell like winter in your neck of the woods?