I let my pencil point out for a walk today. I admit I had a plan about which areas of the paper it should traverse, based on my work of the past couple of days (Motor Tic, Planes of Unreality, Abstract Double Portrait). I wanted the terrain to include hands and brains, particularly my brain and that of my brother*. Our isolation from each other (as represented by the separate brain icons) is contrasted by the overlapping of my hand with his.
The title makes note that nothing short of magic would enable communication between us.
*My older brother Mike is autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. He currently lives in a group home.