It's in the way we carve.

I was stood next to this sawed off stump for several minutes before I saw that it was staring back at me.
It's funny how the way we look at things can change everything. Dead on, you cannot miss the face. Yet stood diagonally to it just looked like a moss covered stump.
Head so full I want to sit in front of paper and let it pour out and organise itself. Thoughts buzz around my brain like disorientated bees.
Maybe I can look at it from a different angle, then maybe it will become clear, like lines, matching up to actually make some sense out of something. Like a face in the deadened stump of a tree.