After painting my initial
longing image, I painted another, this time with extensions coming from the center. I suddenly remembered that this was coming from images I saw of my own optic nerve, scans my eye doctor showed me. The optic nerve is at the back of the eye, a bright spot surrounded by darkish reds and with thousands of little blood vessels connecting it to the front of the eye. It made me think about how we see things. Seeing them from the surface. How images become distorted on their journey from the front to the back. From the outside to the inside. And that was part of longing too.
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