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Arise
There you are, backed into a corner, walls closing in, ceiling compressing and floor heaving to meet it. Suffering has a way of whittling the world down into compact space with infinite feeling. Like a tiny dandelion in a vast open field, exposed. Like the deafening silence of lonely cries withheld in a crowded room, because no one will…Read more Arise
The Wings Are Mine
Like a dense, winged creature draped across my chest, it caws over charred dreams, disintegrating into ashes. But still the fire rages. What is left to burn? The bird's merciless wings fan flames hotter and heavy. Until a moment of inexplicable release. Rescue. A force of goodness beating the creature back, forcing it to lift.…Read more The Wings Are Mine
Out of Flames… Wings
For this series, I have no words. Sometimes art expresses the innermost longings of the heart, born of personal reflection and world-wide influence, a place beyond the reach of words. Such is this series. ................................................................. Just in case you are interested, I've added some originals, including this series, to my Etsy store inventory: FragmentsOfLight.
Colleen Briggs Art & Writing 