| Chapter 3: | Dawn Arousal Holler |
presence and being in the world. The comfort in silence is a good indicator for me of understanding and connectivity. Our current working relationship of implied meanings or maybe my conjured up misreadings of your lyrical words always provide a fantasy of reality. Our email connection also encourages a playing with words, sometimes using metaphor/imagery/multiple meaning— yes, you are extending me beyond my articulated perception. I'm inclined to think this is better—I have space/time to work alone, concoct meanings you didn't intend and now it's too late to admit that our brief tryst is meaningless! You're right, our rhythms are actually very different. Plus, there most likely would be issues of balance in spirit, mind and body between us.
I finished a granite and tile mosaic today. It's called “Licorice Dreams.”
Licorice Dreams, 2006, granite, marble and tile. 51” × 35”
I was thinking of you. Licorice looks so quiet but it is so surprising to the tongue. The piece goes with Margaret Atwood's poem