I love how you captured that feeling of coming back changed, quietly, without needing to explain it. The way you describe listening differently really stuck with me.
Hi sunshine, your package of photos arrived today or I just got them out of the mailbox I should say. The first time I checked it in a week or so. Happily also a check from a gallery! I will have to look at these photos for a while and think about what I can come up with. Where did you get those ones from the Library of Congress? Some of those are very interesting.
Hi Cecil. Glad the photos arrived and even more so for the check. I got the photos from a local antique store. I know you will come up with something unique and inspiring.
What can I say? This is fantastical fantasy. The reader wonders if this is a new eve of discovery, passing through the unraveling end stages of an era. I love the butterfly references, it is almost tactile.
By the way, I meant to tell you this a long time ago but kept forgetting. When I first bought your artwork, I tried getting a hold of your studio to get more information about the artist. I always like to give accurate information on my Etsy site about the artists. I hope I wasn't too far off. I found your website but it was written with asemic writing. I was frustrated at first then spent a lot of time looking at the "writing" artwork and then had to look it up to see what it was. It was pretty much beyond me at the time. I don't remember if I left a message or talked to someone.
Yes, that is what I meant. I recognized the insect wing, just got the wrong insect. Perhaps because of the infrequency of your posting (not that infrequent, actually) you might think of a way to refresh details, especially because I am old, and don't always make the connections. In fact a subtle refresh could really tie the significance and make it more profound, especially due to the ethereal nature of your stories. There's a lot of dots to connect in order to "get" what you are saying, which I believe is masterful. There's so much content you are portraying in these short essays that are outside of our experience (usually) that you can't read over them quickly, or just once, and get all of it, but then I'm just getting over the flu, too, so take it with a grain of salt. :-) These are beautiful and mesmerizing stories. "Folded into thirds, as if to resemble wings, I saw immediately as butterfly," and then later, "softer, antennaed, glittering with grains of soil and longing also led me to the butterfly...antennaed and glittering might have confused me a bit as I don't see butterflies as having grains of soil, (but I guess they would if they've been dragged around by an ant.)
OK, I just reread both posts. Where was my head? It was like I had never read #5. I obviously missed a lot! I had a lot going on---My mother-in-law had just died, I had the Flu, and I was writing until the wee hours of the morning every night. Beautiful work anyhow, stunning! Now it's clear, your imagery is spot on now that I am somewhat coherent. LOL. I hope you keep going with this.
I love how you captured that feeling of coming back changed, quietly, without needing to explain it. The way you describe listening differently really stuck with me.
Hi sunshine, your package of photos arrived today or I just got them out of the mailbox I should say. The first time I checked it in a week or so. Happily also a check from a gallery! I will have to look at these photos for a while and think about what I can come up with. Where did you get those ones from the Library of Congress? Some of those are very interesting.
Hi Cecil. Glad the photos arrived and even more so for the check. I got the photos from a local antique store. I know you will come up with something unique and inspiring.
What can I say? This is fantastical fantasy. The reader wonders if this is a new eve of discovery, passing through the unraveling end stages of an era. I love the butterfly references, it is almost tactile.
By the way, I meant to tell you this a long time ago but kept forgetting. When I first bought your artwork, I tried getting a hold of your studio to get more information about the artist. I always like to give accurate information on my Etsy site about the artists. I hope I wasn't too far off. I found your website but it was written with asemic writing. I was frustrated at first then spent a lot of time looking at the "writing" artwork and then had to look it up to see what it was. It was pretty much beyond me at the time. I don't remember if I left a message or talked to someone.
I just thought you might like to hear that story.
Yay!
Thanks Christine. you say the butterfly references do you mean the moth wing that the ant was carrying? Thanks for the asemic writing story.
Yes, that is what I meant. I recognized the insect wing, just got the wrong insect. Perhaps because of the infrequency of your posting (not that infrequent, actually) you might think of a way to refresh details, especially because I am old, and don't always make the connections. In fact a subtle refresh could really tie the significance and make it more profound, especially due to the ethereal nature of your stories. There's a lot of dots to connect in order to "get" what you are saying, which I believe is masterful. There's so much content you are portraying in these short essays that are outside of our experience (usually) that you can't read over them quickly, or just once, and get all of it, but then I'm just getting over the flu, too, so take it with a grain of salt. :-) These are beautiful and mesmerizing stories. "Folded into thirds, as if to resemble wings, I saw immediately as butterfly," and then later, "softer, antennaed, glittering with grains of soil and longing also led me to the butterfly...antennaed and glittering might have confused me a bit as I don't see butterflies as having grains of soil, (but I guess they would if they've been dragged around by an ant.)
The other face he was seeing in the water was his own antennaed face when he was transformed into an ant from which he had just returned to human.
OK, I just reread both posts. Where was my head? It was like I had never read #5. I obviously missed a lot! I had a lot going on---My mother-in-law had just died, I had the Flu, and I was writing until the wee hours of the morning every night. Beautiful work anyhow, stunning! Now it's clear, your imagery is spot on now that I am somewhat coherent. LOL. I hope you keep going with this.
It will keep going. every saturday.