SCULPTURE Galleries PAINTING Gallery IMAGE Galleries BONE CARVING Gallery LABYRINTH Pages INFORMATION Pages LINKS 01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09  10  11  12  13  14  15  16  17  18  19  20 21 22  23  24 25   The Window Pondering a distance, the inevitability of movement to realms as yet unknown and but little guessed save through hints of that we already feel we know. It seems safe in here, there be warmth and food, a holding close, a softness perceived, yet out there............. That which tempts, that which gnaws within with twitchings to entice, not quite seen as much as sensed, not quite felt but a feeling, reaching deep, from over there somewhere. It's not so far really, just beyond the unseeable so close........... Pondering pointedly defines little beyond the immediacy of a now soon gone. Awash in a sea of the ill defined as things often are it furthers little to insists that this..... or this..... or even that, is actually the point of the matter, or the point of anything more than the immediacy of a moment enshrined, soon past. Mind you it could be said that points so aligned enough could cut to the heart of the matter, maybe lay to waste swathes of soon to be fallen.  Purpose is a pointed thing, a defining moment that subtracts from all that might be into limitation. Sun Gold that glitters not, yet draws the eye and calls...... Slipping within the cyclic shade of evenings call there is a part that would to follow if but we could, of that I am sure. A part more attuned maybe to lighter realms, and each of us parented from such one could even assume. Yet there is that element so defined and seems firm planted........... down here, behind the hill, the coarser aspect to say the least, and yet that of us that would wish to fly despite so earthbound by reason thus flight path declined. It tugs so it does, the strings of spirit bound yet not quite enough to float the golden way.............. Mirror Moments in the Mire You see the one but a wingbeat above the blue, and the other ankle deep within the mire, shadowcast even? One but spirit shine across the waters you could say, the other defined with mud, yet no distinction is there except that which you impose.  Evocative images within images well beyond the ooh's and ahh's, tales of seaward flow and reachings for the sun, food beneath the waters and hints of freedom just down there up above. Slippery slopes, subtle shades and hints of something more, it matters not the label, no  merit perceived, there is only your truth in front of you received.    01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09  10  11  12  13  14  15  16  17  18  19  20 21 22  23 24  25