| | I am the mirror that I watch my
self in.
Behind the mirror is where I see.
Only ask for the 'freedom to revolt- psychic,
analytic, artistic- a permanent state of questioning,
of transformations, an endless probing of appearances,'
found on the dustjacket
who wrote about revolt, and love.
Everyone should love wholly once in their life, as
the daughter of fortune knows.
The tenor of love demands it.
Love, illicit, a revolt against the order
of the rest of it.
The amatory moment is poetry, open-ended,
without a story to guide it, what's behind the mirror
where I watch your face.
Venus, Goddess of Love, married to Hephaestus, master craftsman.
Of course love is wedded to art. How else
could it be?
The block was a red clay-baked brick which took two hours to smash. It revealed
itself,
heavy, smoldering with beaten passion, betrayals and intrigues, over my
heart. Cracks of light
appeared that became white-red lava that
disintegrated slowly the faster I danced.
When I melted into the mirror, love flowed freely.
Venus, Goddess of Love, but she knew her Ares, Mars, God of Fire and War.
Venus undid her bodice and melted
into his arms.
Illicit. Love.
Sometimes I prefer the quietness
of my own thoughts.
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Baskets of Blessings to your door this morning my friend, via this cyber highway that we find ourselves on. Thank you for extending your powerful gift of words to my artwork; they were so moving, so encouraging. Sometimes, as with all creatives, there are those that do not understand our way of communication, which is our art and our gift. Sometimes, words, movement, dance, sculptures, songs, music, etc. are so intimate that it scares them. Thank you for not only looking but seeing and hearing. We live in a culture that fears the inevitable…death; but life is partnered with death, and we appreciate one because of the other, just like joy and sorrow, love and indifference. I die everyday to old ways of being in this world. I die everyday to old ways of thinking…and because there is death, I strive to live more fully each moment…dare not wasting any that I may have left.
Baskets of Blessings,
Ashes aka Elizabeth