Does anybody know what the symbol on the forehead of the goddess Kali is? I'm havin' a devil of a time tracking down specifics. It looks like a sideways stylized third eye to me, but I'd like confirmation before I go ahead.
Kali Pony is almost done, with happy skull necklace (alas, no, couldn't do the extra limbs--that'll have to wait for Sleipnir) but I wanna get the forehead sigil right.
Today was a pretty good day.
My stepfather sent me my own little matrix for printing and some good quality paper and linoleum to play around with. I got a dozen grumpy chicken prints pulled, half a Digger done, and did the first pass of oils on this piece I'm toying with--gonna working in very very thin layers and doing a lot of fade-outs. I suspect it may look really seventies, but such is life.
And, best of all, I went out for a walk around Shelley Lake, and since it was the first warm day after a coldsnap, it was a great day for waterfowl! Saw a female common merganser, a female bufflehead, and the real score, a pied-billed grebe. The merganser and grebe are lifers for me, so I was pleased.
In addition to that, which was awesome enough, I went down to the usual spot by the water to see if anything was down there--I've seen kingfishers, little herons, flycatchers and various warblers there before--and I startled five deer who were drinking. They jumped up and bounded off, except for one who stood and watched me suspiciously for a minute. I know deer are rats with hooves, they were the bane of my garden, but...they're so pretty.
Then a Canadian goose who has lately decided that this is HIS stretch of creek decided to chase me off with much hissing. I am larger than a goose, but notably less belligerent unless young-earth creationism or the moon landing is involved. I quit the field.
Shelley Lake's been good recently--I saw a red-shouldered hawk last time I was there, who literally sat and posed on a stub of a tree about twenty feet away for over a minute. Should try to get out to Lake Crabtree some morning this week and see if the spring migration's blowin' anything through.