First came the meditative journey to the lower world and then to the upper world. I wrote the words down next, Then, more scarily, I felt had to make images. Unconfidant, I began with a black pen, but colour wished to make an appearance, so I got out the little travelling watercolour box my mother gave me, and added some washes.
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