Sometimes you expect a giant eye to peek through an opening in the sky. That’s why I called it a skyhole.
Or maybe it’s a giant “I” that is being glimpsed ~ that infinitely larger part of myself that I intuit and often wish I could live up to more of the time.
Then I turned the skyhole into wallpaper, orange wallpaper. I am not even pretending this should make sense. I don’t know why I think I have to. Perhaps to prove I am sane?
Really, it’s just because in a progression of images that took 3 hours and that has 42 permutations, the wallpaper was one of the results. See? I DO make sense. I’m just MESSING with you (or myself, possibly both).
And here’s another variation:
Perhaps I have been sitting at the computer too long.