Eyes are something.
Here, Soul-o.
Close up. Too close to focus.
They become like paintings.
If I had painted them how would it be different?
I can travel just by looking. Shrink yourself down and everything becomes a world.
Still resting, chill still in me.
This time...
...on paper.
Switching internet providers, not running smoothly so a bit of interruption over here today...
Nope. I planned a Spirit Cloth Shop update with the Moon, which just so happens to be Black Friday.
So Not.
Instead, a walk by sea perhaps.
Maybe work on some New Eyes.
There's a chill in the studio.
Have a good holiday. We will celebrate by not eating. And being thankful.
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