Spaces in Between My imagination is free, infinite as space and timeâ€” light moving in and out of tiny gaps in delicate lace. My body is gravity-bound, but spirit and thought move without restraint or restriction. Fantasies spinning their own galaxies. I could use whip and chair to command the wild imaginings that fill my mind, keep alive my dreams. But, no. I let them rise as air bubbles or bob and weave like colorful fish in and out of seaweed skeletons.
Portal, hand-knit copper wire, 54 x 15 x 12 inches
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