(Nothing winds like a river)
A vision that stops and starts
And picks up again where it left off.
Testing limits
And failing
And trying again.
Connecting what's natural to what's
Natural within
Finding the visual pulse
That centers
Finding the shape that connects.
Winding and unwinding
Like a river
Like the mind
Like nothing you've ever seen before
Unless you've looked the right way
Unless you've gone to the right place
Unless you've done the work
And then left it alone
And then come back to it.
Is it a vision of impermanence
Or a statement about the permanent within the transient?
Motion and stillness together
In one place.
In many places.
In every place.
