Didnt get to the drawing yesterday, I was carried away with flour and water paste and scissors.
An interesting exercise that made my fingers sticky and then dry and very focussed on the now. Playing this way made the Tree of Life stand clearly against a open skyed horizon as eternal whatever happens to me, the themes are mine and are of the now, but they are also of the future and the past.
The last thing I do before settling to sleep will be to resume and see what the next iteration of the Tree will be. Funny, its evolving organically. I can’t help laughing at the obvious layering logic of that.
I am wondering a little about the roots and the soil too, the Tree exists as part of something else.