i’ve spent the last few days with paper and pen. a blessing it is, when the pen knows where to go.
the attached below i actually have no remembrance of the moment, or even exact inspiration. haha. i remember only sentiments and colours, fleeting notions and the touching of theories on the human condition. i know only it is rather recent, because of where i found it (in my pouch on a piece of scrap paper.)- which was cleaned out at least two weeks ago…
anyhow, here’s to daring and sharing.
