The Merge
I vaguely remember the crash. It was peculiar in that there was no explosion, only a merging and mushing of spectacularly strange shapes. It seemed meant to be, but difficult for my physical mind to accept. I only saw the beauty.
I vaguely remember the crash. It was peculiar in that there was no explosion, only a merging and mushing of spectacularly strange shapes. It seemed meant to be, but difficult for my physical mind to accept. I only saw the beauty.
COPYRIGHT BY Sharon Netzley, Artist, Wood Carver
Netzley Grand Central