scraps of self

i have waited a long time for you to find me and now that you have i find i do not want to let you go

                                       (my intention was to take a pic of BoyBird and accidentally took one of me)

                                                                                                       angels

                     a rusty toy push chair

                             small winter painting

                                         my friend

                              cut away, a bit i liked but did not like the whole,                    so cut away

             printed torn dyed 

i wander about in my own studio and see stuff i had forgotten about; i remember the winter when it was snowing and the air was soft, sounds were muffled and our little house atop it's own mound of earth in the midst of all this immaculate whiteness to me a beacon of the intimacy i share with my tiny family; a quote from Jude
a daisy chain made years ago a blue heart blackandwhite i breathe maybe this life is  real  and  a dream
does it matter that it doesn't