Part dream, an old frame in an musty silent basement provides the setting. The image, a female statue reflected from an art museum window in the park provides the character. Now all that’s missing is the plot. Did she escape her life in marble? Or remain sentenced as a hostage to her beauty and the adoration of an artist? Did she recognize herself in the image created or had she always pictured herself differently? Seeing those hidden flaws that we all focus on too often when they are invisible to others? I like to think that she notices a portal and that she is preparing to spring forward and run towards her life.
September 12, 2012