Sometimes there is a clear path we march along, our heads held high, our goal in sight. But more often we are led down the abstract way where the twists and turns are so jagged that we can't see our way forward. We keep moving along because we have no choice…that is what life asks of us.
As we take each step our journey is fueled by the hope that the answers we seek are up ahead…just around the bend of the abstract way.
Chapter 48-Jackson Pollock
The brush makes one final pass swirling between my legs and words are falling out of me without reason, abstract art formed of my breath, cries and desire. I am splitting open, a Jackson Pollock dripping and splattered across the bed.
