The following was written by several people, anonymously, who viewed my mosaic/assemblage piece at Twentyone8 gallery in Colorado Springs. This is an experience I want to have again. And again. I don't think it is finished; I hope not anyway.
A man and his daughter were traveling along a river searching for food. It was a rough harvest, and though there was water in the river, dead trees lined the banks. Despite the hardship, they both were struck by the colors beaming around the forest. Sky and earth met with each other and the meeting proved to be fateful. “What is it about the night sky, and moon and stars here that makes me feel happy?” the girl asked her father… “Well, the night sky, and the moon, and the stars mean different things to different people. Happy, sad, broken, alive, dead…The father paused, pensive, for a second.
A water bug glided across the water,
speckled orange and ebony coy opened mouth wide.
Swallowed it whole.
into the babble
the fall of water created.
The girl looked up in amazement at the moon. She moved into position to allow the moon’s massive beam to wash over her skin. She became excited and was filled with joy with the thought that she had just been kissed by the elusive moon. She felt a strange sensation on her back, right by her shoulder blades. Slowly, small, brown feathers emerged from her skin,they kept growing bigger.
She remembered a dream - maybe it was a dream - the sensation of painful transformation, surrender, and flight. The freedom of knowing that change is the only constant, except for that which lies within. That all these feelings, experiences, identities, thoughts, and even the body, were not her true self. She looked around at the sky surrounding her. For she had flown far into the colors and the deepest light.
She looked down at the scene below from her perspective in the sky, she suddenly became aware of a presence beside her, she noticed the beauty of all the vast world, with it’s tiny intricate details, and she knew that a creator who had made all of this, had also made her and was in some way reassuring her of Divine Presence and Love.
And so…she asked this creator…”what’s it like?” Is he happy now? Complete? Healed? And what I would give for on more talk with with him now, now that he is hanging with you! But peace…wonder…and shattered a type of forgiveness is here for her even now.