this thing that grows, it is just taking form. an experiment, especially the face that is forming. 
sometimes the images that form in your head are part memory, part dream, part "what the hell". some fearless honesty is probably necessary to let thing be as they become.
she/he is becoming, unashamed of the process or the result.
walter can appreciate experiments, after all, he is a scientist and most certainly contains respect for the potential that failure may hold.
i am lucky today. sitting with the sun at my back, trying again to name this moment when a a silent gap in my fears allows me to hear the sound of the needle passing through the fabric. and the tiniest details break apart and exlode in my head and "poof" i disappear. it is SOoooo ok.
