Kerfe (method two madness) says “I like that you create a world that exists outside of humanity here. Serene. Enough just to be itself”.
I had not thought before that was what I was doing, but, this time, I cycled out to the woods in the nature reserve with that thought in mind.
Night was falling as I drew.
There is poetry in the rhythm of the trees. The poetry I am reading treasures the moments of warmth against the oncoming darkness.