art met soul.
swan-gazed they embraced,
each their stillness of
frenzy; blushed with their curiosity.
Twins, Art met Soul, #shelovesher, work in progress, digital drawing, part of Standing Human
my art met my soul when I was just a little girl. I didn’t know it. Its probably a good thing. She was a quiet constant in my life; art and soul. When I met the both them, I was in college and home where I had always been; submerged in the Creative.
it was 1994, within my installation of Bearing the Burdens of the Father; personal reflections with the Stations of the Cross, where I came to know her and accept that she was me, and this me loved the connections with we.
she did not really belong to me; I always knew that. I was her hands and her feet. She taught me and told me what she needed; entrusted me to care for her needs, to meet her voice with mine.
not just my art and my soul, but your art and your soul too
here we are today, standing human, together. she loves her which means she loves you. Have you met her? If so, how are you; how is she? If not, what stops you from holding her hand? May you know her, may you be satiated.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little flower