Sometimes I experience something concrete, and I want to express how that makes me feel through lyrics or poetry. Other times, like this time; I experience something lyrical, and I want to express it in concrete terms, like sculpture or paint:
"Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip, at the sound of goodby."
2.75"H x 4"L x 2.75"W mixed-media assemblage
And choking, on hello
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three, together
They are for each other."
A few photos of the work in-progress: I've had to peer over the tops of my glasses more and more often lately, to do fine details work. This time, for the first time, I just took them off while I worked. I've been wearing glasses full-time since the second grade so I find my aging vision rather amusing; being near-sighted for most of my life, I am now both near- and far-sighted. There is a metaphor in there, somewhere, I'm sure of it.
Work was managed by our newest Studio Cat. Welcome to the Raven's Nest, Zephyr!