I feel a vibration at my edges
I might break apart and re-form
One phase will fold into the next
You can see traces of my light
Pushing through the cracks
of this eggshell
My light will shine
Fully and brightly
I have admired altered books for several years. I tried my hand at it once, but I didn’t get far due to lack of knowledge and skill.
Last week I picked up the how-to book I bought umpteen years ago and learned that I don’t need a rocket science degree to get started altering a book.
Now I’m on my way. I hope to have a meaningful experience as I create something new from this old crime book.
Maybe I can make it a true crime themed piece. We’ll see what happens.
I made this piece with the Art Set app three years ago.
It’s funny how I like my art better once I’ve stepped away from it.
This one makes me think of outer space and a storm within the earth’s atmosphere coming together.
Space is only an illusion, isn’t it? The universe is really nonlocal. I’m ready to accept that paradigm. I’m ready for the frequency of my vibration to increase.
My father used to live in a duplex apartment at the end of Sunset Ave. in Bloomington.
The street was aptly named.
I took this photo six years ago, when Dad was pretty healthy and strong. He may have been visiting his sister in Atlanta on this day.