To heal, to make whole. Thus, the blank space between sounds. Thus, a rift in tectonic plates. The hands which beckon or beg or beat, discovering a source of light. A bone knows which way to grow, underneath all those sinews. As in a call to prayer, an invitation to come in from the world.Continue reading “A mother recovers”
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Still Life with Ink
Played around with my bamboo sketch pen and some black ink. Shadows were a bit difficult to create with ink — a watercolor wash would have been more effective for this part, I think.
“Language is a skin”
“Language is a skin.” – Roland Barthes I think about this and contemplate the folds and pores of my writing. I wonder if it ages through repetition and predictable motifs throughout the years, if the words need scrubbing or stretching. I imagine the skin of sentences skimming the surface of a lake, pressing palm toContinue reading ““Language is a skin””
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