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12” x 32” unframed
(3 layers) January 1, 2009, is my 70th New Year by the calendar. The truth is, it’s my 289th New Year by my biological clock.
I sit here with my lap filled with the gifts of Time and the Charms stolen from anguish. I am the Alchemist still practicing and, of course, journeying toward the FlameKeeper and the alchemy of death.
The New Year continues the magical mix of time and creativity. The least of all things becomes the most among things. After all, what is hope? |