Is it in the distancing yet tentative reaching of thirty slightly separated shapes?
Like the dirty brown bat, the small umbrella of its wings reaching towards the
Ear of the well worn enclosed bunny shape?
Or like the caramel colored pulled tooth shape with engraving of great blue heron-its prongs splayed over the largest shape an amalgamated teal ocean blue with hint of grape and slashed with black?
Perhaps in the center, two algae green heads, maybe kissing?
There seems to be a shyness in the shapes the white space-being the space of hesitancy: The aegean shade trunk on top edge, its root extended without touching; the white bunny shape being touched on all sides without response; the mauve, boysenberry shield a halo above the algae green head, but no contact.
And there is me, on this rainy day, in my room, mind flying off like the crows on top edge yet held in the confinement of my surroundings yet reaching out.
The catacombs.
Where is the “Embrace?”
Is it in the distancing yet tentative reaching of thirty slightly separated shapes?
Like the dirty brown bat, the small umbrella of its wings reaching towards the
Ear of the well worn enclosed bunny shape?
Or like the caramel colored pulled tooth shape with engraving of great blue heron-its prongs splayed over the largest shape an amalgamated teal ocean blue with hint of grape and slashed with black?
Perhaps in the center, two algae green heads, maybe kissing?
There seems to be a shyness in the shapes the white space-being the space of hesitancy: The aegean shade trunk on top edge, its root extended without touching; the white bunny shape being touched on all sides without response; the mauve, boysenberry shield a halo above the algae green head, but no contact.
And there is me, on this rainy day, in my room, mind flying off like the crows on top edge yet held in the confinement of my surroundings yet reaching out.