Though we ( Vera - my dearest friend of 33 years - and I ) are separated by many provinces now, I'm so very grateful to be able to experience your beautiful work through these snippets of prose, poetry and stunning photography. How incredibly moving that your and Sue's work inspired the most beautiful vocal appreciation. Thank you for sharing all the wonder in your world. You both should be very proud.❤️
I had been missing yous these past couple of days and here you are 💗 this show brought soul back home...all the threads of my life joined into one river, and emptying out into the ocean of me..that simple moment sitting on the tin roof of that red cattle shed in the coral watching the sunset over the pastures, at age six...smelling THAT cool air scented with northern boreal bush mixed with faint manure, seeing THAT orange endless sun against the black backdrop of twilight, feeling the hard, cool of metal beneath my body, the deadening sound of deep quiet intermixed with soft crickets...this is the moment I hope my spirit returns to when my body has finished its time here, and it is the similar soul-return-home I felt standing before, and breathing in your photo wall...felt it from heart, to throat, and deep deep down in at the centre of me. Thank you Karen, also, for expressing this in such a sanguine tangible way...that words simply can’t 💖
Though we ( Vera - my dearest friend of 33 years - and I ) are separated by many provinces now, I'm so very grateful to be able to experience your beautiful work through these snippets of prose, poetry and stunning photography. How incredibly moving that your and Sue's work inspired the most beautiful vocal appreciation. Thank you for sharing all the wonder in your world. You both should be very proud.❤️
I had been missing yous these past couple of days and here you are 💗 this show brought soul back home...all the threads of my life joined into one river, and emptying out into the ocean of me..that simple moment sitting on the tin roof of that red cattle shed in the coral watching the sunset over the pastures, at age six...smelling THAT cool air scented with northern boreal bush mixed with faint manure, seeing THAT orange endless sun against the black backdrop of twilight, feeling the hard, cool of metal beneath my body, the deadening sound of deep quiet intermixed with soft crickets...this is the moment I hope my spirit returns to when my body has finished its time here, and it is the similar soul-return-home I felt standing before, and breathing in your photo wall...felt it from heart, to throat, and deep deep down in at the centre of me. Thank you Karen, also, for expressing this in such a sanguine tangible way...that words simply can’t 💖
What an extraordinary response! Your work clearly touched something deep in her.