In the shawl that drips from this seeking creature, there is a bird, bright and brave that glows. I like to look at this picture and think of the craftsmanship that some one wove into it, deep into the fabric near a candle late into the night, giving rise to dreams and hopes. And the woman herself? In the middle of the night many waken and search for many things. Perhaps she waits for a lover, or sits and thinks of the times just had as he sleeps in the bed or creeps before dawn to where he dwells. Maybe she waits for the times that will be had, the romance and companionship of a person yet to be met that holds her dreams near, in a mirror image; like stars in a shallow basin. And yet, these could be the thoughts of a hopeless romantic, with an as yet untapped spring of love who piles fancys on a flat image, with no one of her own to wisper them to....
~Kitty