Escape. (13.6.7)

Intricate. It’s the word I think when I see anything around me. Complicated, when I think for a minute more. Connected. Always connected, everything. My life. Something I can’t see. Sometimes I can’t realize.

Intricate plans with complicated connections. It’s what I see. What I feel. What will never leave me. Remember. Memories. So many and so complicated. Always there lurking when you look.

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So many won’t look, can’t. Aren’t capable. They sit in towers, surrounded in white. Soft, never knowing. Not quite understanding what they drop upon us from their towers is more than a line of words or a plain order. It has to be, for us who live at the feet of towers.

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He climbs and climbs. The white is endless. The escape of the tower is necessary and imminent. But forever he will climb. It is the work of some, the goal of some, to climb. It does not matter whether you reach the end, or if you even want to. It only matters that you climb, that you try, that you reach for the imminent yet elusive escape.

This piece was originally written for the Seattle Acquarium’s Creativity Inspiring Conservation creative writing course, and was displayed during their 2013 student art reception.

The statement written for the program:

This was written as a response to a picture of a frog climbing in a white bucket, and to me it represents a struggle to change you environment, and a kind of out place sense in your world.

Seen. (13.7.9)

White glass jellyfish

Sharp contrast black backgrounds

Surrounded with deep complex beauty

Children circle in their delight

Air wafts in sweet

Salt tanks

Divide your senses

The pink anemone brushes at your fingers

They love their job

The otters hitting their shells on the wall,

It’s always fun.

Pipes

Beams

Cords

Complex

Unseen

Hiding magic.

Mesmerizing.

Motion in the water.

Vibration in the floor.

Alive

Full of Life

This piece was originally written for the Seattle Acquarium’s Creativity Inspiring Conservation creative writing course, and was displayed during their 2013 student art reception.

The statement written for the program:

I think seeing complexity, contrasts, and connections in things always leads to a deeper understanding, no matter what it is you’re trying to understand.

Vividly. (19.4.26)

Exploration

New forms

New combinations.

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New bounds

For capturing beauty

Motion

Emotion.

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Imagining process and creation

Its own delight

Even as the eyes arrange what they see

World of fantasy

.

What is it that others see

In this beauty?

.

Vivid

Touch, Taste

.

Tantalizing

Texture

.

Bright

Joyful

Real.

When She Looks At Me. (18.2.25)

The woman – perhaps?

The woman in the mirror.

When she looks at me.

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A passing glance,

or a laugh.

Forced or true.

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Mocking wet eyes,

angry crystallized sadness.

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If

the image is distorted

When she looks at me

despaired.

Then

When she looks at me

soaring,

Is it too?

.

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It’s not a mirror in my mind I see,

when I think of me.

Something more of an ideal,

mix past and future, maybe,

and pure, force of will

applied to sense of self

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The woman in the mirror,

when she looks at me,

it’s not that me I see.

.

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The image of me I see

I wonder

if anyone other sees

.

perhaps if it is not

the distortion is not my mind

but yours.