Cathexis

it’s an embrace in the summer breeze / like dust in the air as i / thank this space / that i often forget has been gifted to me / for colors that have become / an essence of me / i think i’ve run far enough since the heat wave began / and i am finally close enough / to drift back into / this pool of solace i’ve been chasing

A series of draping explorations with hand-smocked muslin.