I originally hit on a title for my “journey as art Facebook page and wrote “as a means of connection” among other things. I don’t always want to make a connection within myself. I don’t always feel capable of making a connection with others either.
Every now and again when bits of me break through, it’s revealing and hard and beautiful all at once and in no reasonable order.
This is a version of what I sense lay behind my bewildered, disconnected school-child self.
Actually, it’s how I feel on duvet days too, all these years on.
I like the light touch in the expression “duvet day”. It’s a kind of friendly melancholy with a rueful smile.