“Words which cannot be spoken,
are felt in your warm embrace.”
So true in 1988 when I did this piece to honor an always synchronistic but extremely confusing past life affiliation. Too often, there simply aren’t the words to express multi-dimensional resonances to past lives. Now, in spite of everything, but perhaps because of everything, there is nothing left but lessons learned, well wishes, and great affection.
This original artwork is 8.5 x 11 and done on Bristol water color paper with India ink.
are felt in your warm embrace.”
So true in 1988 when I did this piece to honor an always synchronistic but extremely confusing past life affiliation. Too often, there simply aren’t the words to express multi-dimensional resonances to past lives. Now, in spite of everything, but perhaps because of everything, there is nothing left but lessons learned, well wishes, and great affection.
This original artwork is 8.5 x 11 and done on Bristol water color paper with India ink.
October 16, 1988.
1 comment:
This has always been my favorite piece of yours and I personally think its one of your best.
The sentiments are all true both
ways.
Thats how the Pluto ball bounces in atomizing what needs to be atomized before real reformations
in our own personal lives.
Wishing you well on your journey
is all that is left.
Mel
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