Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
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I sit before a large painting I am ready to trash to fret about my feelings towards it. Soon I am slapping paint all over the canvas. ___ ... -
Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
Sewing here becomes a meditation, wonderful and insightful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Libby
ReplyDeleteOh this ties in so much with something I was thinking- your words are perfect!
ReplyDeleteIsn't synchronicity wonderful, Teri! Our stones are skipping, turning and falling into the river, a huge number this month, and it's quite wonderful. I did see your river entry. Thank you!
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