I like this little wooden dragon figure. How I can place it on the edge of anything really. And how it's slithering form tells me a story of the edge of something. Moving as if to trace the shape of a thing. Touching and tracing (even measuring) but not really having to be in the thick of it. Some gentle holding from a safe distance. Circling in a way I guess, is just wandering just out side of reach. Waiting for a moment when the sense of it might become familiar.
A bit of blue was added. In sympathy with the big blue square here I will call the unknown. The box that has in the last months clearly become a representation of my own limitation.
And so this sense of something,
it touches in a way,
and then not,
what I want to know but cannot.