This page was a simmer down page. A dip into breath, to coax my pulse to ease. I needed to be. To feel my tactility without layers of question. To simply put my brush to page, and touch my own sense of quiet spaciousness.
I fell a little bit in love with creamy white on this page… its subtle richness, unimposing, yet so graceful in how it shines light on what rests beside it. Somehow white whispers, see this here, and also, forget-me-not.
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