Status Report 183
Restless leg syndrome
creeps up my body to my brain
till I don’t want to be aware
not here not there not anywhere
just sleep deep through flocking sheep
wake late in sun of shine divine
wrested from leg drain
and human unkind
– Smith, 2.23.2016
Lady K’s is adding clay molded to look like beehive honeycomb wax to a mannequin head that used to be in one of my sculptures. Not sure where she’s going with it, but the journey is already mighty interesting . . . looks like a Mother Nature version of the Borg, using organics rather than machines . . . the Bee-org.
Love the poem as well as Lady’s current project… I like where she is going too.