added a patch to the autumn piece, there's a small tear in the grey fabric; I noticed it echoed the photo I made the other day. I think if I try and put my hazy thoughts into words, there is an ongoing story in my mind, my body of which I'm not always aware...mmm, this sounds more complicated than it is, I don't mean a coherent tale with beginning, moral and end, just strands of life passing through me; at times getting caught in material objects, connected, always connected at some point in time. |
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