click to the gallery!
memories are so.
so sharp they rip through our well-planned pace
but others
blurred in motion, dissolved in time
the bits we neglected
but they set the stage
and conveyed the substance
we discovered tiny wonders
became one with a color
floated into a flavor
tingled with words and art
scampered with best friends,
long lost
now conclusions
in a memoir, yearning to be written
merged with paper
... or denied
theresa's work speaks for itself, but it made me want to say something, too.
such is art, especially from one who is so multi-talented, it flows through her life like a strand... or a thread of wool.
for the insatiable:
her photostream on flickr: t does wool
and her blog of wonderful creations
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