Sometimes, usually when I'm meant to be doing some work, I'll catch myself staring out the window and am really not sure how long I've been doing so. I'd like to think it's only a few seconds and that my brain has gone into some kind of immediate fugue state whilst my eyes wander around whatever vista is being presented in front of me but I really couldn't be sure. It's just as likely I've been staring gormlessly into space for the best part of an hour with no conscious thought interfering with my staring. I'd also like to say that when I come to from one of my staring episodes that I'm hit with some unusually brilliant insight into the workings of the universe but I don't think that's the case either. I'm sure sometimes it must have helped with some unconscious processing but I just couldn't be sure. Anyway here's a somewhat abstract version of what I think I must look like during a good stare...
Materials: Paint pen, acrylic, spray paint and charcoal