© Susan Wells Prism Universe, wood-fired ceramic 6″ x 3″ photo credit: Soo Keith
A small plea:
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PRISM UNIVERSE
How many lights
Can you make on
My arm?
Will you turn me into a
Prism universe
Like you did the forest?
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Our neat stacks of fire-wood are not dwindling as usual but, the bare trees and darkness remind me that we are in winter. I am sorry that the darkness around me is not simply cave-like. To rejuvenate. And think. And vision. The darkness I’m experiencing now is all around me. Profound sadness and grief.
In consciously deciding to be an artist, it is my vision to re-create and re-member heaven on earth. And here we have children murdering each other. Splattering blood all over schools. And people across the sea blowing out the reproductive insides of women while forcing others to consume the fetus carved out of their sister’s womb.
I think it’s too much.
I want to use my mind to transmute the dark. It can be done. Yes? Beetles do it. Taking death and carefully turning it into nourishment. If I am sure of anything, it is our ability to create. Out of nothing. Out of terror.
I think it will help if we are Prism Universes while we work.
Let’s do it.
