My up-coming show at the Mary Lou Zeek Gallery is titled "Emergence". Having said that, I have been thinking a lot about this topic. Several years ago I entered the below thoughts and sketch into my sketchbook. I am posting it today as I felt it went along with the idea of "Emergence"
Wings of Stone
Sometimes I feel like my gifts are my biggest burdens.
It’s as though I’ve been given wings made of stone.
The wings are stunning but in all their beauty I can’t figure out how to use them.
I put them on lugging them around soaking up envious stares.
All the while, my back aches from their weight.
My inability to use them for their apparent purpose frustrates me.
As all watching wait for me to take flight
my wings of stone rebel relentlessly against their symbolic function.
Sometimes I feel like my gifts are my biggest burdens.
It’s as though I’ve been given wings made of stone.
The wings are stunning but in all their beauty I can’t figure out how to use them.
I put them on lugging them around soaking up envious stares.
All the while, my back aches from their weight.
My inability to use them for their apparent purpose frustrates me.
As all watching wait for me to take flight
my wings of stone rebel relentlessly against their symbolic function.
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