section from my sketchbook |/| there is no time I can read

the cycle loops in intricate detail. a spider web hangs silver shinning, glistening in the sun. 

It is all about a process of finding, of rediscovering, redefining, committing the works to age, to elements, to seasonal cycles of time. reworking and meditating on another way to say this: that we all come from what will eventually destroy us. remold us. deteriorate to the basic elements. become earth, become water, become air, become fire. a becoming and unbecoming, if you will. and the steps Iā€™m taking are not straight. I am dancing, in every which direction, I am feeling this out.