Thursday, April 2, 2009

Life is... a pincushion, it just sits there having anything with a point stuck into it. What's my point? See what I mean. There's no self-determination, no limit to the number of "sticks", and no way to free itself of the pain of the steel shafts. Sometimes certain events in life feel like steel shafts... not always right away, because the shafts are slid in slowly, innocuously, but many times the steel shaft is plunged firmly and the hot, burning pain springs into life immediately.

1 comment:

  1. It is truley an artists vision to see that everything is everything. The macrocosm in the microcosim. That energy is all connected, pincushions to life and back again.