Sketching surreal dream like. I started with the ice cube and cherry then lips and star and then I kept letting the page talk to me about what it wanted to say. I saw a needle and apple tree and the cube was melting. The lips can’t taste what the eye sees. There is a world beyond the star that is a break in the canvas. Apples are rolling away. The mouth can’t reach anything. The eye can’t see. Unrequited appetites. Unquenchable. Maybe the needle is threaded and will sew up the mouth and eye.