It becomes a problem, sometimes, to understand all that appears to go on. I don’t know if the nocturnal wanderings I appear to take are real of if they are just lucid dreams or astral travel, but in these times I seem to be able to bound and soar over blurry vistas. The painting is as I imagine I am, just becoming a part of of the earth. I did go through a period where if I looked in mirrors I could actually see a change happening, and my appearance would definitely alter into something like a “Wookie”. Are there such things as weresimians? For a period of almost two years I could not abide mirrors in my house. I spoke to my shrink about it, but all he did was make copious notes and prescribe Allegron D, and more ECT. He also was kind enough to say it was probably just a trick of the light; if so the light played tricks many times. I do like to walk in the bush at night, and to stand for hours absorbing it, and it me. I have also awoken to find small animals like rabbits in the house, but I think that must be my cats. The only time I did awake covered in blood was when I fell asleep with a box cutter in my pocket, which is a practice I don’t recommend. This painting is oil on board, approx 30 cm x 50 cm. Of course, everybody could be right, and I am simply insane!