On the edge of the desert,
at the base of the mountain,
in between now and then...
There is a freshness
surrounding the familiar.
A chance to take on
vulnerability, moving forward
fearlessly.
THAT is the freshness.
AND, in the air
that warm chill on the cheek,
just a short-lived wisp
as the light begins to
kiss
my spirit.
neva, july 11, 2010
taos
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Edward Hopper postcard altered for a new San Francisco friend. |
between sessions, i worked in my journal....
"A bird doesn't sing because it needs an answer. It sings because it has a song."
Imagine under one roof being nourished. Listening. Waiting.
What is the real purpose of art?
Seeing.
Taking time to notice what's buried below.
Seeing in a new way
with Reflection.
Remembering.
Making connections. Putting parts together.
Experiencing: the freedom of a weathered feather.
Sharing.
and Playing with new materials.......
while "singing my song".