To make this exposure, I writhed under the kitchen table, annoying my hostess, whose hands making a salad are visible on the right. Her daughter looks on from the left.
I see here someone scornful with a beard, scowl, frown, pointed ears, and a bald pate. How literal are Rorschach tests? Am I what I see (here), do I see what I am? What about play?
Houston, TX, 2008