There are repeated themes in my work and obsessions that satisfy my creative process and my explorations into grief. Like human faces, birds, dead birds…
I hadn’t noticed one theme recurring- ear to the ground.
Ear to the ground: to devote attention to watching or listening for clues as to what is going to happen…
In my work, it seems to be about listening to the messages, about dissolving control, about weight and grief, about vulnerability and solitude. And dying.
I often go back to the image of lying in the forest moss, listening… like this panel-
… your breath is locked forever in my ears where once the name was whispered, and I defy eternity to take from me what is mine! – Gwendolyn MacEwen
listening. patience. yes.
as much as I would love to stay here, in the warmth, soothed by the sound of the surf, the exotic birds…
…it is time to come hOMe.
hear you soon
I can only imagine how hard it will be to leave that beautiful place! I look forward to LISTENING to all the stories! Much love, Laura!