Soft, unlike a loud noise or a sharp edge, I
Fold like a thin wire to pressure.
Toward me a breeze blows and I sway…
… to the breeze and yet stay
rooted.
What grips my thin roots? What irregular structure has made me strong? I would like to show this in my art.
Unlike the sculpture “Face in the Wind”, (you can see a larger version here), I have been that wedge of stone facing the steady cold, present but difficult. Unlike the painting “March Wind”, with its’ pretence of softness behind the shattered shards and slivers which veiled my longing for life – I am not speaking of that difficult wind
Face in the Wind
but of life softer than summer waves that curl around the wedges and rejoin on the other side.
Two pieces I am working on have this air of softness. I am eager to see what they will bring and will show them to you once they are ready.
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