i know. i know that it simply is the way it needs to be. but still, these loooong stretches of darkness wear on me. i am better with them, but still, they wear on me. so i found myself doing this on the wall just to the left of the morning chair, where i wait for the Light
some, like this last, glued on cardboard i have had for 20 some years. some are print outs of Jude Hill's work that work with things inside me that i want to let out. some are recent found images.
so this wall is my companion as i wait for the Light.
