What a first week, my busiest of the year, and doing what I can squeak in a little daily Jamuary work. Here, another simple sketch, playing with my recent child-like fixation on open-voiced triads.

Jamuary2024-8 - the light! how it falters

Originally from various sides of various mountain ranges near and far from the sea, Pally's got the waves and the crags and the peaks and the plains, the evergreens and the waves of grain, the salty breeze and the fireflies deep in those bonny veins. A forever tanline from the Bible belt and bad winter skin ensure that every song's a lie, and every lie's the damndest truth, and any truth a pretentiousest overstatement.