Saturday, May 15, 2010

"From the Clay to Amulet"

"Buried in the clay, washed by summer rain and cleaned to a glow."  "Mammoth tusk, darkened by storms and elements, disguised as drift-wood, ignored by caribou and scented by a passing wolf.  "Low tide, just inches to show it to me, in my hand...then drafted to my work...benevolently."

1 comment:

  1. This is nice. I can feel the good energy from here...