A change of season brings shift, You can feel it. You can see it. The same landscape transforms before your eyes. More than a new place, it is like having new eyes.
I drew myself as a tree. Just a doodle.
Thoughts about the evolution of vision. Self as season. Not yet fully formed. Trying to understand the scope of the self portrait.
Today there was also a shift in nine.
Today, the cloth and I, we are leaning into November.
