I love layers, and piles of projects. The accidental colour schemes and unexpected patterns, the repeating motifs, the undesigned aptness of placements of birds and frames. The hundred-mattress promise of them, as if there’s a secret hidden below, if only you’ll take the time to feel for it. The way when you put absent-minded notes end to end you end up with something like the rough shape of a book.
The moment before editing begins.