My workplace on a fair afternoon in May. Although I had found some pleasure in a return to colouring in , the drawings made did not satisfy my eye sufficiently enough for me to continue. Casting around for a way forward, I light upon some tiny drawings made at the end of last year, drawings of stars and meteorites comprising tiny white marks on black paper. I wonder about revisiting this work, or is it as before when I had lost the straight forward path. At least placing tiny white marks to denote the stars is soothing and fulfills my need to be drawing. I shall devote my afternoon to this activity.
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