[art with stream of conscious writing – daily journal]
Purple stars, looking up with open arms, the stars dripping off like rain. Standing on wet ground. The dress and body are patinaed, aged. Rising above to the stratosphere where there is space to expand, silence, just the scattering light of the sunset below. Floating above the sunset, her back to the earth, supported by glowing clouds, spiraling in air eddies, trusting.