[Blossoms from Morgan’s Rhododendron Bush]
“You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It’s not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can’t even remember your name.”
― Leonora Carrington The Hearing Trumpet
This is the start of collage 11 and I thought I would post it now, while the image is fairly bright and open. I’m not sure where it is headed after this.