I am still talking to my paintings – trying to open a conversation. There is no longer complete silence but the response is hesitant and often unintelligible. The struggle has changed to a dance but I stumble and tread on toes. I trust and honour the process and continue to flow with what is. I found this poem that spoke to me about the tenacity, perseverance and wonder of being human – and for awhile it gave me wings…
WINGS by Miroslav Holub
a microscopic anatomy
of the whale
William Carlos Williams
We have / a map of the universe / for microbes,
we have / a map of a microbe / for the universe.
we have / a Grand Master of chess / made of electronic circuits.
But above all / we have / the ability
to sort peas, / to cup water in our hands,
to seek / the right screw
under the sofa / for hours
Photo, of wood carving, on a street in San Miguel De Allende, Mexico, by clinock.