A personal exploration of autism from a brother’s perspective, including family relationships, philosophy, neuroscience, mental health history and ethics
I had a nice dream last night, for a change of pace. There were hundreds of purple bits arrayed in random, peeling off the floor. To my delight, I was able to control them and align them in the direction I wanted them to go.
I’m working on a stitched piece with floating triangles in collage right now…they must be floating in the air!
I really like this…are you saying “hocus pocus”? (K)
I’m working on a stitched piece with floating triangles in collage right now…they must be floating in the air!
I really like this…are you saying “hocus pocus”? (K)
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In dream space maybe?
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in an intense emotional space anyway…that could always be a dream!
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Agreed.
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I love this. It’s beautiful and I love the feeling you are calling the purple bits to you.
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Thanks Claudia. Yes, my hand is arranging them in order.
J
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