Here. I’m talking to myself. This morning I was on hands and knees– picking scraps up from the floor. Tossing them up overhead to land on my work table. Not watching, not planning, not in-my-head. And this figure is pretty much what happened. A few tweaks but not much. And no, I don’t know what the red dot is–I usually see my figures as feminine. So this one? I just don’t know. But I might do a few more of these “blind” cloths because–because–it was liberating. NO MIND at all. And it was fast. But it asked me to express words– words that hold important direction. Directions. A map for going. A 6″ square map for going.