Working glass makes every day wondrous.
Its fragile strong surface provides clarity.
I hold its hard frailty to the light feeling warmth.
The sun illuminates every mark scrawled into it:
abstractions, birds, scribbles, words.
Opening me, lifting my spirits sending me searching for
ancient murmurings
My mind's eye watches; my heart listens
for the unfolding.
Its fragile strong surface provides clarity.
I hold its hard frailty to the light feeling warmth.
The sun illuminates every mark scrawled into it:
abstractions, birds, scribbles, words.
Opening me, lifting my spirits sending me searching for
ancient murmurings
My mind's eye watches; my heart listens
for the unfolding.
Learn more:
- Artful Home
- Artwork Archive
- e-mail me: sbw @ blochstudio.com
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