“Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book I am someone who likes to plan everything, so this December self-portrait a day that I have imposed on myself is a stretch because not everything can always be planned. Yesterday I brought home dirt from the forest with the intent of shooting something in my bedroom away from the cold for a day, but when I woke up I needed to create something very visually different. I rushed to the store, got some candles, played with layering delicate fabric, set off a smoke bomb, and fumbled around until I got this.