Since, of late, I've changed my profile pic rather too frequently, I set out to create one today. I'm trying to post something I can live with. This one's okay, the hall corner we (my daughter's behind the camera) took it in drab so I dabbled a bit with the background, whitened out the window with the tea towel hanging as a curtain. We liked the silhouette; the lines of the body; the painterly background. Perhaps I can leave this photo as a profile for awhile... going to try. I'm not just in an 'identity crisis,' shifting semblances of the self, but a 'life crisis.' Oh, sigh. Who are we anyway?
My favourite creature as a child in Zambia, where I lived in the jungle, were chameleons which I played with for hours. It's hard to stay the same, and yet we never change...
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
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I love this picture of you. It reflects the agility of spirit and mind I read and see in everything you create.
ReplyDeleteI like it. Very much you. Always feeling for the boundaries of things.
ReplyDeletepatry francis and mb, blush, thank you- :) It looks like a tarot card, a postmodern story, something! A good stretch...
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