he nods, she glances. he bends down slightly, she embraces. He holds her close and she draws nearer. A dance is going on before me. one of subtlety and grace. The slightest move, the most delicate embrace; the impromptu laughter at the innocence of it all. beautiful (finished in traditional 4X5 format to give it stronger and…
Sometimes lines do intersect, sometimes they curve alongside each other rather gracefully in parellel formation. Sometimes they merge and gain in thickness and depth. I find grace within the lines of frame and composure, I find them echoing faint human elements as well. Sometimes we create the lines, we control the conjecture, at other times…
Any who know me can attest that I don’t seem to sit still very long. I enjoy life the most when it’s whizzing past in a flurry of new ideas and incubating dreams. I love the change of it all I guess which I suppose creates the balance I seek through my desire to cultivate…
