Image my own
How can a slow incident make beautiful?
Gradual incremental accumulation over academic years. I still struggle to call this my work, but it is, creative observation.
I see the universe unfolding, like something taken by the Hubble telescope… were it to look inward. The rebirth of a nebulous cloud.
Only I know where this is and where it came from and where it went.
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Make another drawing bag, for trees. Location? Prayer? Tool?