Day 4,
Searching for my color palette, I spread it out by tracing the edges—first the left and right, then the bottom, then the top. Little by little, without realizing it, everything filled in.
With my nose pressed to the zoomed-in view, I occupied the space in front of me in a half-conscious state—something both meditative and lethargic—as if I were endlessly repeating the same movement, waiting for a resolution that had no way out.
When I finally lifted my head, when I came back to myself, I no longer felt like changing anything.