When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky, Go out my child, go out and seek Your soul: The Eternal I. For all the grasses rustling at your feet And every flaming star that glitters high Above you, close up and meet In you: The Eternal I. Yes, my child, go out into the world; walk slow And silent, comprehending all, and by and by Your soul, the Universe, will know Itself: the Eternal I. Jane Goodall A classic that never fails to make me laugh. The visual imagery inspires and informs my dollmaking practice. Look for inspiration everywhere. Poetry to ponder ... typography to inspire ... animation to entrance. Fear.
Fear that we will succeed. Fear that we won't. Fear of being alone. Fear of crowds. Fear that we will be invited out. Fear that we won't. Fears that are real. Fears that are not. Fears that we can overcome. Fears that we can only manage. Fear of illness. Fear of our own mortality. Fear of death. Fear can be paralysing. I choose to place my fears on the altar of my heart - surrender them - trust in LOVE. My daughter, Julie Voss, is an inspirational person, talented mixed-media artist, Telecom art award winner, loved and loving daughter. See more of her work at the A&P Lifestyle Expo, Rotorua January 25th and 26th, 2014 |
Liz PearceI am a doll-maker; a doll interpreter; a doll activist, perhaps, using this medium to reflect on the human condition. Archives
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