Remembrance
Woodcut - 2015
Odd moments –
they work in and out of the pattern and remind us we have little control of the design.
We move to patterns to fool ourselves.
And our movements echo others.
At odd moments, we move in and out of patterns
Still torn apart, still seamed together
Seemingly seamed in time.
How long before the strings will fray
And unravel at their will
Fast and completely spin apart
Or frayed ends, static and alone
They wantingly seek another to seam to.
- J. Golden, 2018