Here's a close up of the papers without the frame:
15/2/12 I made a matching dove with the opposite papers:
Together they look like this:


My favourite song by Emma Dean can be found on YouTube:
Finally I played on the computer with my original drawing and came up with this.
I played with it a bit to give it a shaded background:
Then played with some colour:

by Shiloh Moore
This is a rare pleasure. It is painful to hold books, difficult to concentrate and take in what I am reading. I go in and out of 'reading space'. The precious times I can read are priceless!
I often listen to soft music. When first bedridden I used to choreograph dances in my head. But even thinking of this was exhausting so I'd have to stop the music. Other times my sound sensitivity would trigger complete exhaustion and drain my energy so again I would have to turn the music off. Nowadays I can usually handle music softly to pass the time.
When I'm up to writing I most often write lying down. When I'm not well I write pressing matters in note form. When I'm going well I'll write a letter or journal entry. When I finished high school and attended uni briefly I did all study lying down.
When I was bedridden in the 90's and was slowly improving, I wrote my book, typing on my laptop, lying down. I knew how to touch type so I'd close my eyes and type, then check and save my work.
I take most calls lying on my bed with a headset on the phone so I don't have to cramp my arms holding it.
Last year when I first released these images, 'healthy' friends commented how it made them realise I did everything lying down. They didn't realise that most of these things I did on 'good' days. Most of the day I need to rest completely - and by 'rest', I mean fully switch off and do nothing. No TV, no music, no talking, nothing. I wanted to add this last picture to illustrate what I 'do' most of the time: 'Lying Pondering.' Most of the time, in the silence, and for hours on end, I have perfected the art of lying in solitude, thinking, pondering, and processing. I think deeply and most of the time I am bedridden, I am surprisingly not bored. My thoughts entertain me, I am busy thinking through my grief until I accept how things are, and then I ponder life and am grateful and happy just to lie there and 'be'. After all, I am a human 'being' not a human 'doing'.