When an image is captured you often have to travel down several creative doors to finds its soul.
Buried in the chaos behind her is a poem about the path to a woman’s heart. It’s overlaid with a gate that keeps the secret in, but at her feet is her longing, the end of the poem. Emerging from the energy behind is a sculpture’s wings, just hinting at it in the shape.
Windows are portals, through the swirls one has emerged, not to contain her, but to allow us to see her. She is the calm in the storm behind her that is merging with her. Shapes and intents are inlaid in the dynamics that swirl back there. It’s evocative. A bit like several people gazing at clouds reshaping in the sky, everyone sees a different shape then attaches their own meaning to it.
Which is why I found this image so captivating.
