this image has haunted me all night. I visited her blog and all of this work is gorgeous.
you see - you know you want to.
I love to follow links and see the inspirations that abound.
There are times that I have felt trapped by so many things. This image shows that feeling but with a grace and beauty that I didn't feel. Is my love for this piece triggered by emotion centered deep inside me, or is it a longing to simply see more beauty in details???
Hmmm. Discuss with me please.
Have a wonderful day.
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umm, if we are talking about the image you posted.. that particular photo.. it does have interesting texture and I suppose it is an attempt to cover a rather ugly lumpen object with something more attractive.. make something out of nothing? It is also a lighter grid or organization.. imposed on an dark irregular shape.. and it does seem to be moving toward the light? good luck
Sorry, not capable of thinking. Baby ate brain. I look at the picture and see one more thing I have to fix. My first thought was to look for a darning needle.
I did look at this..Isn't it so fascinating and interesting and wonderful how we, as individuals, view this?
Here is my interpretation: The weaving is like a life at its best. Weft and warp.. it is open to all things. And so it is vulnerable. Life hands us so much. Winds and pain can tear us apart, but if we have that little tiny rock of belief and strength, we can bend with the vagaries, with the unexpectedness and unwelcomeness (sp?)of sorrow and immense pain. We have our little rock, not necessarily as a foundation, but as ballast to keep us connected, grounded and centered in what we know to be true, good and lasting.
Oh, and you can say, "Damn, here she is again!"
I am having a hard time getting this out of my mind...and this is good for me.
To me, it might also say that the rock is a prayer, a mantra, a connectedness that I can and should hold on to, a grounding presence in a life that is sometimes without that anchor.
This image reminds me of healing. When we injure ourselves, the body knits together a scab, then works underneath that scab to mend the wounds. This mending is over the "scab", so the analogy does break down.
I'm also reminded of a pearl, which starts out as an oyster's irritation. (What is more irritating than a stone in one's shoe?) The gates of Heaven are made of single pearls. I recently read that pearls are considered exceptionally valuable in Heaven because they are jewels that grow out of suffering.
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