There were long wild dreams.
I woke up and spoke the words, The Spell is Broken.
I lost part of the thread in waking. I guess there was a story.
There was a bit of work on this in the evening before sleep. Some thin silk to fill in the whites of the new eyes. I will work the third one in stitch. I like variation in technique in one piece. It raises the awareness of change in the expected. This split image is interesting. It would be interesting to see both side of things at the same time, not thinking about them as separate. We may say we do, but we don't. We, by nature, are divided.
I'm churning today. Unsettled.
