THE LAND CHAPTER 6 Beatrix (Bix) Fife THE LAND in English 2020.04.21 The drawing I did before falling asleep and that I look at now seems very different from what it was. Still it is the same drawing. Is it me looking at it differently? I move it from the table to the floor and wonder what has changed. Is it my eyes ? There is a delay in me that turns slowly into an inner slight agitation, which again, strangely, makes me feel a little better. I bend down to hold the sketch up. A mellow sense of pride starts making its way: it was me who drew it. The horizon line I made with the pencil is very thin, parting the page in two, and my mind begins to imagine a pale blue colour in the space over the horizon, maybe some clouds in it, and another hue under it, maybe some waves in it, and on the line maybe a land far over there… The small lines in both parts are not straight, but curved and short. Also, the surface of the paper reminds me of silences between spoken words, as well as the silence in the snowy street after the tram has passed. The small traces of the pencil recall snatches of a melody I play on the piano. I look at my hand. Suddenly I am able to imagine new things, different from before. Do my eyes happen to connect it to my feelings? I put the paper down on the table. The drawing seems to have changed again. It is clearly my own perception that changes. My body feels something moving inside, a tiny little movement. I have to find out about it more. Acrylic on paper, 14×18 cm the well