Thinking back to Green grass silhouette
Panting puppy punished for defiantly chasing squirrels.
Waiting in the shadowed woods on mossy picknick tables.
The stash of empty beer cans is found after retrieving the retriever.
The owners return shirtless, happy, and ready to return to their regular week of poverty and depression.
You on your computer or with your books sitting next to me and you couldn't be any further away.
There is a continuous struggle for finding the end in any of these pieces. The maze work is comforting in its inherent completeness. Finding a central point to work out from is simple, but knowing when the end has arrived is always more challenging. The essence of anything can so easily be lost when a strong irrelevant message is overplayed on top. The act of creating anything I feel is like the growth of so many plants. The culmination of a lifetime of work is expressed in a simple flower or fruit. Too much or too little of anything and the moment is lost forever. Walking that delicate line is what I feel like is one's life purpose, except you never when you are going to bloom, for how long it will last, or even what the blooming process will look like.
