family dinner

A crayon rubbing of the face that sits on one of the chairs’ backs.

The front and back of a flower that L. made.

A candle.

Our fish Olivia that L. wishes would turn into a girl.

The oak table with leaves that never stay closed.

In between the simple steps of any process we discover discovery discovering ourselves in the process of the simple steps of that process in between the simple steps of any process.

(That’s all folks. Do you all remember a rose is a rose is a rose???)

Sometimes the strings that tie the brain and fingers feel tangled and taut. The drawing doesn’t want to work and it keeps falling apart.


The altered woman

I felt that I needed an image to represent myself today. The altered woman. The creature living in the murky depths with the strength to swim but never to walk.