Picked up my pencil crayons for this drawing. Reminded me of my childhood when switching from crayons to coloured pencils seemed like a step closer to adulthood.
Drawing doves and poppies has always symbolized the hope for peace. I feel like we need it more than ever.
I don’t know if ‘dislike’ is strong enough to describe how much I don’t like licorice. My mother loved black licorice and I have a friend who adores the strongest and saltiest licorice she can find. When I travelled to Amsterdam she wanted me to bring back licorice for her.
Strangely though I really like licorice Allsorts. How is that possible? Between all the layers of colourful sweetness lies black licorice.
Candy is never at the top of my list of favourite foods. I can take it or leave it but if you put Licorice Allsorts in front of me I will always take it.