Sunday, January 16, 2011

At the door, a chicken puzzles her place

WHO am I- really? What do I truly want to do? Can I believe that I can be who I really am, and do what I really wish to do? If not, what's stopping me? To be true to myself, I need to look through the door.
Paradoxically I have spent the day looking out the window.
Black clay board, 5 x 3 inches.

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