Four mud-sculpture statues with expressionist faces of clay – one male, three female. Full lips. Wide-open demonstrative eyes; their gaze frozen. All hankering to speak out. But they cannot.
Four mud-sculpture statues with expressionist faces of clay – one male, three female. Full lips. Wide-open demonstrative eyes; their gaze frozen. All hankering to speak out. But they cannot.
A drive north, up the central coast, never fails to inspire. The air grows dramatically fresher. Cleaner. Crisper. Drifting a tad closer to nature. Reinvigorates my spirits. Rejuvenates my soul.
Today, the outside I see appears hazy. Plain and simple. Misty with an occasional blast of drizzle. I pretend I’m elsewhere. I want to change everything but my thoughts remain...