that last piece of that foggy fabric has been used to complete a soft scream. it was irregular and some additional holes have been cut here and there in this new layer so that the shadow would seem to be disappearing (or at least changing shape) and also so there would again be a few scraps left in the bin. i am thinking that you might never know when the shadow may reappear but the possibility is always there.
the upper left hand corner/edge of this piece was missing, filled in with the striped backing border and it was a bit empty and lost. i scribbled a few words there in permanent pen....i wrote...a dream of a more unstable time... and then i shrouded it in the scrap of fog, i hid it in the shadow. sometimes the light is blocked, sometimes by you yourself .
you yourself might cast a shadow, darkening your own path. to yourself. at least that is what i was thinking. and what you are thinking is not always clear unless you explain it. something like marketing. so now you know.
the back is a whole other story. the kind that just happens.