What do I Love?
In writing and in art, I love the incongruous, the unpredictable, the startling, the oddly redemptive.
I hike through thickets, poke in streams, scan the open glens—hoping to find the elusive seedling in stone...a creative expression that dares to perch on or emerge from a surprising place.
Yes, I search for Juliek's violin singing in the endless night...or even just the curly-headed child, who is just now clutching her dress...doing a curtsey in vinyl frog boots and tipping her daddy's cowboy hat, "Good-day."
In writing and in art, what do you love?
Juliek's violin
I hike through thickets, poke in streams, scan the open glens—hoping to find the elusive seedling in stone...a creative expression that dares to perch on or emerge from a surprising place.
Yes, I search for Juliek's violin singing in the endless night...or even just the curly-headed child, who is just now clutching her dress...doing a curtsey in vinyl frog boots and tipping her daddy's cowboy hat, "Good-day."
In writing and in art, what do you love?
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