Thinking in pictures this morning. Contemplating the essential nature of being alone. Allowing for a sense of loneliness as it arises. I imagine the Mater Dolorosa (Dieric Bouts workshop) and The Grand Arab (He Only has Sand) by Dubuffet. I wander through the paintings, thinking about the ways that they appear so alone on the surface and then fall into the breadth of emotional and cultural space behind them.