I have seven pieces.
Seven pieces that deal with memory.
Memory recast.
Reshaped.
Reconstituted.
An exploration of truth through symbols, through juxtaposition, through totems, through surrealism.
Seven is not enough, I feel.
There is more to be mined. More to be said. More truth to be explored.
But I am stuck.
The images are yielding no more than seven.
I will stare at the photographs some more tomorrow.
And then put them away.
And then stare some more.
Something will come.
And I will have eight.
