Ichanged the curtains in the studio to thin white linen. I like the way they seem a bit like fog. I feel Thin lately. My thoughts are diluted by some sort of calm that has overtaken me. Maybe it is the cold. The feeling of hibernation that is forming. But I think it is something else. My thoughts seem more transparent. I find layers of other thoughts showing though. It is a bit confusing. Dream like at first but then just something that slows me.
There is a prism hanging there, hard to see.
And it did this:
And I hung around for the longest while, doing this:
I wonder, is it that I have slowed...enough to let my time be filled with these things?