in conversation with myself
When stripped to our bare bones, people will be able to see through us. While all we can hear is the wind howling through us. (The sculpture is by Andre Stead, titled "Grounded"; 1975. Exhibited at the waterfront in Hermanus.)
Some canvasses are made of stone, weathered, and stored away. But space and time are artists in their own right and surprise us with unexpected improvisations.
It took me a long time to understand that all these portraits were a conversation with myself. Suddenly I saw myself writing about things that had occupied my mind without my formal consent.
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