I’ve been re-potting some of my succulents, and doing a bit of salvage. The crow, Claudia, has weathered with age, but she is as sharp-eyed and sharp-feathered as ever. Caesar sits alertly beneath her, a gift from my sister Nancy. The mug is a gift from my sister Susan; we don’t get Tim Horton’s out here in California.
A while ago, when I was first working on this invocation, my idea of what it was about was wrong, or at least incomplete. I had to wait. Time has always been a crucial element in my work. I had to give the universe time to filter through me, change me, and change what I was making. With this piece, it was not until I had a conversation with my sister Susan that I realized its final shape, when she spoke of a dark road.
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