The Temple Of Failed Works
Strangely as I organize my unfinished, never to be finished, slated for destruction prints and paintings I am just as intrigued by them, if not more, than any of my finished work, which seems in contrast, shopworn. Their fatal artlessness imbues them with a quality that makes them feel suddenly holy in my hands. These are the efforts of mine that will be cast into the fire being born only for my eyes. I feel a profound intimacy handling them.
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This Image "Mystical Mudra". Elena Ray Copyright 2005
nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! not the fire!!!!!!!nooooooooooooo...
somebody stop her!
Blue : )
x
[coming to you from the depths of the New Forest today!]
Posted by: Blue . | September 07, 2007 at 03:24 AM
PS: I've done this myself...if I could go back, I would stop myself...that's why I'm logging on from the depths of a forest, surrounded by deer, ponies, peacocks, voles, rustlings...because I care...take time, think before lighting the flames...there is only one burning...you could hide them, bury them, give them away, come back to them in ten years, older, wiser...think friend, then act accordingly...
your wise old friend, crazy cloud and wandering digimonk,
Blue
Posted by: Blue . | September 07, 2007 at 03:28 AM
no no! Blue, dance with me around the fire-yes, in the deep forest and the wide desert. Our hoots and hollers and brilliant flame will rouse the faeries and lizard gods!
Posted by: Elena Ray | September 09, 2007 at 09:54 AM
...are they gone forever now?
Posted by: Blue . | September 13, 2007 at 10:29 PM