darkness. empty. canvas in
three dimensions. We breathe our lives. Our souls, onto it. Into it. A prayer. A wish. A hope. Vision comes ~ Lights Up. A joining. Molding words into form, together. Weaving, blending. Assorted a-ha's bloom via laughter. hurt. gentle coaxing. Tantrums. Negotiation. Restoration. movement. breath. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat? Nod. Repeat. We do this over and over. again, over. darkness. empty. canvas in
three dimensions.
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I love how the form moves with the words to create such a powerful effect!
Posted by: Laurie Kolp | April 06, 2011 at 11:11 AM
Phew, took me several readings to feel the power.
But when the vision comes this really lights up!
Posted by: andy sewina | April 06, 2011 at 04:39 PM