Hands from the past reaching out to us: Ocher red, white, dark, brown, Five-fingered, four-fingered, three-fingered, Hand stencils sprayed on the wall, Ocher mixed with spit, mixed with blood, Blown through hollow bones; Art as a plea for us to remember Ourselves when we did not have faces. Our words now are like hand stencils … Continue reading Hands From the Past
Writing is for many of us a solitary endeavor, one we undertake in a quiet room behind a closed door. But that doesn’t have to make it a lonely business, a separation from people and the world, not even if we spend hours in a room every day. When you write, you can only look … Continue reading The Writing Life – Between Solitude and Loneliness
Translating your thoughts and emotions into words on paper is comforting. Even if you do it only once in a while, even if you do not try too hard to give your words a specific form. The same is true for the act of reading -- it brings a quietude that is calming and fulfilling. … Continue reading In Praise of Written Words
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