We become accustomed to using the overarching term fear to describe these cryptic blockades - the gesso that all to often primes our personal canvases. Occasionally, we trim the wick of illumination that is faith and (so guided), wend first out and then again back until we find our way.
The beginning becomes the end. Which, of course (paradoxically) becomes the beginning.
1 comment:
I like this piece a lot.
Joe
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