My room is the boundary of my small, amorphous kingdom. I still don't have enough space. I trust in a better future. I have some skulls to organize in my memory, chairs, leaves, an old coffin that rewrites unfinished stories—in short, the confines of the kingdom of shadows.
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Once it's no longer cold you can paint outside, I don't believe I find that ideal. Can be it suits oil paint painters more. The flies and mosquitoes would trouble me, same for the sand and dust.
Don't hide skulls and bones underneath books and give that coffin it's last resting place that is, if it's occupied. Otherwise it might be good to save or use for firewood. We could grill some piglet or...
The kingdom of shadows can also be a comfy place... it depends on what the brain needs most.
I send you a big hug.