It's weird, sometimes, coming back to things you thought you were done with.

Like beading, it feels like.

I found this drawing that I'd begun last year, around the same time.

I don't remember what the thought was at the time.

A continuation of this.

Or a different way of doing it; beading outside of the person instead of inside.

And beading someone I miss, or the opposite.

Well, this is naturally of someone I miss.

The beadings have to do with memory, although I don't know what and how much.

Or what types of memories

good ones or bad ones.

It's also somehow much better to photograph without the focus.

Like they come together more, or something of the sort.

Also good to do something for myself, without any other purpose,

just to do it.