Humid, way hot, yet turning. The light begins to seep through the tired foliage. We are opening to autumn. I am back to the circle that I drew on Grow, tracing the edge of the round glass table it sits on. Maybe it just defined my current reach. Now red, like a ring of fire.
Sometimes new form is difficult. Not the birth of it, I think that just happens. The acceptance of it. That is often blocked by our choosing NOT to show it. I don’t know about you but I can say in all honesty, audience is a factor. Well, after all my years I know in my heart that is probably always true. There is a need to share, but we shape it. So new form is rare. Because it isn’t easy […]
It was early in the morning. I woke earlier than usual because the pain in my knees, due to an injury sustained in the garden weeks back, wouldn’t let me sleep. And suddenly it was an arrow, and I imagined it spinning, like on a gameboard called Heal. And the other side too. Shelter simply became a way. This way and then that way. And then. I made Heal into a drawing. I had coffee. And then another. I did […]