Sometimes I fall into the habit of making things a little too planned and well-considered. I get irritated with myself, when that happens. It's a bit suffocating.
So I enjoy experimenting, using an element I can't control. In this case, liquid ink. Goes where it wants to. The "stamp" is a sprig I broke off a bush on my way home. The result is of lesser importance, now I feel I can breathe again:)
(I must have felt it strongly -- I didn't intend this visualisation -- but I cut off my thoughts on this one above. *Haha*, the subconscience works in powerful ways. And I'm a goat:)