I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun & I asked what happened then? & I felt him floating there in the soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I said I never would, but sometimes I do & I understand now why he put his arm around me & said nothing more.
from Brian Andreas, StoryPeople.
I'm coming back to earth after 5 days of museums in NYC...as slowly as i can...trying to remember each brushstroke...trying to reach the center balance where i'm not so overwhelmed with it all and can make my own conversations on canvas...so much, so incredibly much.