| "Connie": 5 min gesso & acrylic |
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Today (Tuesday) was Eastside, our monthly art group. We are lucky to meet at Erin's studio which doubles as our clubhouse once a month. Erin is a Southern Belle and artist with all the generous Southern kindness and hospitality. Today we were six in number. We were missing Libby who was teaching this week up in Monterey. Josie was our teacher and always has good projects for us, today using a natural canvas zipper pencil bag ...
| by Norma |
| by Erin by |
| by Jody |
| by Jody by Linda (I am missing one photo of Linda's bag, I will add it soon.) |
He sleeps like a dream wrapped in fur. Earth's tiniest and most elusive anteater. Weighing less than a mango and barely the size of a human hand, this nocturnal ghost curls up like a forest whisper and vanishes in plain sight.
With fur softer than cotton and claws sharp enough to split bark, he climbs with silence, feeds on termites, and disappears before dawn.
His defense? Not speed. Not strength. But vanishing.
The silky anteater (Cyclopes didactylus) has a prehensile tail and only two claws on each forelimb, perfect tools for canopy life.




