‘Arrange whatever pieces come your way.’ Virginia Woolf
It’s the pieces I don’t see that fascinate me.
I know they are there, painted into the detail, buried in memory,
or hiding behind a veil of light.
Pieces that rebel against my arrangement – those are
my best work. For they are in sync with nature’s rhythms.
The pieces that captivate me with their color and gloss
are also tiring – and afterwards, boring.
Then there are pieces that fly – they fly with unseen wings and
make me stretch out to grasp them. These spirited ones are pieces
of my heart.
And finally there are pieces that stay silent. They wait to be found. At last.
These are the pieces that bring grace at night.