Stormy weather confined us to basement camp.
Thoughts and process recorded in box. Whilst useful and pinpointed, it allowed me to refine ideas. Focusing on daylight breathing space I found solitude and inspiration in a web and moss green crumbling bricks.
However the process went against my natural urge to be free, floating from a to b to z and back to d. Confinement is an enemy to the therapy of the mind.