I've started the new image transfer. While burnishing the back of the paper yesterday, I had this sudden strong image arrive in my head of my four year old self. (Her name was always Pip, or Pippi, after Pippi Longstocking.) She squatted on the floor to work on the board instead of having to lay it on the table (where less bending is required) as I did. I saw her in her favourite red shorts with no shirt or shoes on, as always. Her hair was falling in her eyes and she was so happy to be making something, not worrying about the outcome, just totally involved in the moment. It was lovely to see her again, after all this time. She was just as close to angels and starlight as I remember.
I'm going to try and remember what she showed me.
