I have been making postcards a lot more lately. (Free time is a beautiful thing.) I love them and realized that I would quickly forget them once I mailed them. So I took a picture of a particularly good batch while writing and getting my car serviced. These are from a gardening book I cannibalized.
It has not escaped my notice how free of judgement I am when it comes to the postcards. They are, after all, not my "real" art. I make whatever I want, send it out into the world and never see it again. The ultimate creative freedom: without consequence. Now if only I could bring some of that to my "real" art.