It's pretty here when the leaves fall. Like a New England brisk day painting. Only the weather is him if as Hong Kong right now. It's a bit bizarre.
I think this stage of my life will be monkish...
Oddly I feel the least like a monk than 8 have ever felt.
Work, practice, and art. An introverted life. That is the only way really, when living on the side of a mountain. There are other people here of course. A whole town or city. But everyone somewhat isolated from one another.
I started making a lion head. The frame is made of coat hangers. I tried to start putting paper mage over it too early. I clearly need a mire delicate frame. Well off to do school work for a bit and then maybe some Kung Fu before dinner.
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