One afternoon, I came home from the thrift store with some Korean theater masks, and found my husband eating mixed nuts. There was such a variety of textures in the bowl he was using, that I had to put them together to form the above design.
Black Walnuts have always had such pathos about them when they are cracked open. They remind me of monks or hollow-eyed spirits looking in on life. And of course, the moon always adds her magic
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