Cloth Vortices- Breeze Swayed Sculpture (All)Zone


A walk in the woods and the world is old

The breeze comes and I move and the airs sway

Space made solid grounds me and vibrant colors seem to hold

Vortices of movement, moment and ghost

What’s felt, seen and what’s said is left

More to wonder than is told.

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