My brain feels as cluttered as this art bus. All together, it’s a mad mixture — too much, much too much — although singularly or in like groups, the images could seem less so. All the more reason to sort and de-clutter. I’ve read that a clear mind is a free mind. Maybe it’s a blank mind.
I’ll let you know after it’s sorted.
I’ve always wished I could unscrew my head and put it in on the night table — just for a little while every day. (I LOVE the bus.)