An embrace. Essential structures are penciled in, the rhythms have been set. So begins the movement and the pace, working light to dark. I call this piece "Shipwrecked". Maybe it is love among the ruins....vibrancy endures, but it must be nurtured back. Underneath the tumbled trees, underneath the fronds, from the depths life stretches up to seek the sun again. Puddles. I am playing in puddles again today. And boy does it feel good.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Posted by Janice C. Cartier at 7:17 AM