paul sent me over these images from russian artist katerina plotnikova & they immediately conjure the aura of ancient fairy tales; the beauty who falls for the bear, the maiden who speaks in the tongues of animals, deep in the woods where, if nothing else, the mystery of life pulses, the locus of all dreams, both dark and light. there is a certain romance here, edged with the darkness of the savagery these animals possess, the brilliant oddness of the unlikely pairings.
the spring weather is looming & with the subtle breaks in the east coast coldness, change is inevitable. i think of loss & i think of love & also, as well, how quickly time has passed since i last ruptured my life in early 2012. it is hard these days to tell exactly where home is, but in some ways, the idea of the forest and her teeming wildness, will always be one of mine, in mind.
ps (live animals, no taxidermy !)