Layered, layered, layered again.
Complex just like this past year.
Printed.
Doodled on.
Written on.
It didn't fit in my journal so I tore it up.
And then I thought, perfect.
This started as a break, sitting in the sunshine at work...two images almost a year apart. In one picture, a mask beneath my neck; in the other, dangling from an ear.
Tired of making decisions.
I want to get back to daily posting as the momentum of it is helpful.
Mornings are better, before the day's adventures pull me in lots of directions.
Making as mending self.