I’ve recently been fascinated with the concept of being a spirit. Not being really part of the world, but enough to influence it. You may be no more than a cold feeling, a blast of cool wind or a trail of icy crystal patterns but your long wanderings actually leave a distinct and necessary mark on the world, which kind of gives a sense to this imperceptible existence. It’s probably a bittersweet kind of life but it remains fascinating.
"There could never have been a lovelier sight. But none were there to see it except a strange boy staring in from the window. He had countless joys that other children could never know, but he was looking at the one joy that he must be forever barred." (J.M.Barrie)
The bottom sketch is inspired by this artwork.