I have been keeping a diary/sketchbook by my bedside for some time now.
One doesn’t want to lose the precious insights and imagery that creep in from the dark subconscious into the bright light of the conscious… Unheralded and sudden, only to disappear within seconds, leaving one awake for hours, just trying to catch the gist of it.
I have woken up to a scrawl I cannot decipher and one meandering word per page, nonsensical and confused, yet it seemed so important at that time of night to just jot it down 😁
Last night, I remember scribbling something. .. I was very sleepy, yet couldn’t let go of my pen, some snippets from a show I was watching, some random thoughts, all coming together as interweaving lines that I had no energy to make sense of and no desire either.
In the morning I looked at my open sketchbook and found this maze .. I refined it considerably, trying to put them into some cohesive narrative.