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
Doing what you enjoy and doing it well? Another person near? Something good to eat, in the company of friends? A cat purring in your lap, waiting to be fed? A day spent in quiet solitude, with a book for a friend and music for a date? A trip someplace far that makes you feel … Continue reading What’s happiness to you?
Think of all the places that bird doesn't fly to. The sky outside was blue. Isn't she a bit like you?
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