collage on moleskine sketchbook, 6/2/2013
She's reading her tea leaves in preparation for seeing.
well, she's blinded and won't see anything; at least until she remains walled up inside there drinking tea while days slip by.
And geez do days ever slip by.
exactly; and when they slip like that, time flows on endlessly but it's like frozen, because all days are the same. this is unlife! or life-in-death, as someone once said...
That, my friend, could perhaps be debated.
I know what you mean, and I agree; but what I am trying to portray here is a person that is caged inside her habits, inside what makes her secure and can't really let herself go out of that. in that way, she'll never experience anything really different, and all her days will go by the same (until this changes, of course). one of the words in the text around her says "I'm afraid". it's her fear of what's not known that blinds her. this is a situation that is not true for everyone, luckily! I also love drinking tea, as you might guess