Looking.
every thing is here i think. only one "black" bird, but representative of the possibility of a flight of black birds. or maybe none.
now what. What has changed since this?:
how can it be depicted? is it "formed" enough to be depicted yet? does it need to be? What if the "face" remained empty? What would that "say", and is it what has actually happened. ?. IS there a different face now, really? Where is the Grief? is it gone? or is it compost?, simply accepted, made room for in this time being? So many questions. Getting up from here and walking over to where it hangs on the wall, i think, the hair. just work on the hair, that is to me the connection to Wind, to stuff that Comes and Goes of It's Own Accord, shaping the world i live in, shaping me. OK, so the hair. ok.
