Swirling effortlessly.

Clouds and brushstrokes.

A mess of colors, come together. Blend.

Dots, pulled. A mess. A hair.

A little bit different.

This pull that way, this color another way.

Up and down, spirals , in and out. Around. On the board. Crossing over.

Blue and Pink and Purple. Meshing together.

Why can’t we?

New life

Venturing out, green, red, orange. The smell. Soil.

Fire and ice. Inside outside. All around.

Foliage, hanging. Growing, Weeping.

Our hearts, growing, weeping, hanging …

Out. Vulnerable. That thing that they said you weren’t, then used against you.

Now safe. Open.

Dancing like the fire, woman-flames, naked, weaving, warming, burning, destroying.

Old and new, created. Fire, the destroyer and creator.

A story some day. They walk through the rubble, fresh, green shoots up through cracked concrete.

That one way, life. Chernobyl.

Pushing against our own destruction.