There are times when I create that an image emerges that surprises and pleases me because it came from within me. This is one of those images.
I work full-time like many people do, fulfilling a job that doesn’t make my heart sing but it is helpful to others. It is a job that means I have to step into a culture and language that isn’t true to my creative heart. I can do it and do it well enough for others to comment and be appreciative but it isn’t who I am.
My Sophist Garden is my place to be, that place that has no words but then something appears. The life lesson in the most unexpected of places and the generosity of others who, intentionally or unintentionally tell me their truth through words and actions.