A large brushed ink circle on dark indigo paper holds a magnified stretch of the comet's trail in warm gold. Beside it, the song's title, Sleep Spindles, is painted in pale gold brush lettering. Below the title, a torn scrap of gold-washed paper holds a hand-painted play button and a waveform brushed in short strokes. Further down: a short note about the song in a narrow column, and small brushed circles for the pieces either side of this one on the trail.
Passing through the cycles of sleep, with a fractured sense of time. Dreaming, resting.
Inspired by sleep difficulties at the time, as well as knowledge about sleep cycles from my limited study of neuroscience.
