The Dance of ClayThe Dance of Clay is in it’s simplest form an expression of love. Or at least one facet of the innumerable qualities of that expression. It is an epic tale recited by two lovers whose lives moved through realms that few of us travel and the wisest among us would not care to follow. And whether providence or chance provided the path, one of great light and deep shadow, they tread it resolutely and sure of the good outcome. They write their story with eyes suddenly tearful and laughter unabated and their narrative continues unashamed, and passionate. They speak of their lives through their thoughts their books their music their miracles and their madness. As I listen it becomes clear In the face of great passion and grievous violence, in the glare of God’s immeasurable kindness and his humbling justices they have dared to live. Live out loud, as it were. And that’s what I’ve tried to paint. A small sampling of the indomitable spirit that resides within these two souls. Two figures. Supporting one another. Struggling out of the very clay from which they are shaped. United, as they will always be, one indefinable from the other clamoring toward the light. Creating themselves from the discord and rhythm of life by the dance of the potter’s hand. It is simply the beginning of their story that I tried to capture. The beginning of all our stories. The Dance of Clay. |
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