Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Sheer.......


Caught up in a white tornado of sheer splendor....

It's sheer madness...
That swirls about into the sheer bliss of a flower
 Swirling about into sheer beauty
 Before turning back into sheer madness, again....
 And again...
But I usually turn things around again to Sheer Bliss....
Sheer Beauty
 Sheer Sweetness
 
 


Saturday, May 24, 2014

VEILED

She is not hidden by these broad strokes of white that have fashioned themselves over her being into a sort of veil. It is a means of playing a seductive game of peek-a-boo.
At any given moment, she can peak out, giving a hint to the beauty that lies underneath.
 Less is more.
 The less you see, the more you want her.
And as we look through the clouds...
The fog lifts.
Her identity is slowly revealed.
It is sheer bliss.



Monday, May 19, 2014

Into the Looking Glass

Mirror, mirror...... who is that looking back at me? Sometimes when I look at her, I think...how beautiful!

You there in the mirror....you are quite regal at times;
Other times, I'm not quite sure who that is looking back at me. Where did she come from?
Who are you really?
She is everywhere. Even looking back at me on my phone!
 Yes, even on my phone she looks back at me as if spying on my every move.
Hmmmmm....but you know, she really isn't bad, I must say!!!!
I think that is me looking back at me. Me in all of my many facets!

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

No, Under Wraps

 My dear Stella, I was caught up in the same dream as you. It all began quite innocently. I was amazed at how these forms and patterns reflected by the light were so interesting, when suddenly.....
 Something seem to have grabbed me and encircled my body with an energy and force beyond my powers.
 I tried everything and even entered into a dance.
 But the more I danced the more I became trapped in its rapture.
 I tried to remain zen, to no avail.....
 And just at the point I thought I had mastered this clear beast........
 I found myself frozen inside some very strange drawing. I think this is a drawing, though I am not sure.
 And so; once again, the dance recommenced.
 But in this dimension, the more I moved about, the more entrapped I found myself.
 The shards of patterns and shapes kept growing at an incredible speed.....especially for something so frozen in space.
 I returned to the mirror only to find two of me. Two times one frozen within this very strange drawing.
Now transformed as a fashion figure within the confines of a very strange parallel universe.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Under Water?

Where  am I? I found myself lost in thought as I gazed into a mirror with an armful of cellophane when suddenly, I found myself captured by a parallel universe.

 I might be in a trance for all I know. Or is this some sort of dream? You know the sensation of falling asleep in front of the television when suddenly you are sucked up into the screen and become part of the program.

 There are many shades of blue and shards of white waves and I feel as though I am floating downwards.
 Pattern are dancing past my eyes. I must be quite far underneath the water. But strangely....
 Even with these strange illusions......
 I realize that I am still breathing!
How strange, this very special place. How strange!
 Hmmmm....I wonder what happened to my friend, Gunilla. She really must see this. I must find her.
 Oh my.....I seem to be floating upwards, now. Interestingly enough, the patterns around me never cease to change. Things are becoming quite light. Like feathers in a breeze.
I think I am emerging from some sort of trance. Gunilla are you there? 

Monday, May 5, 2014

Pleated Paradise

 Caught up in a sea of pleated silk.

She moves with the waves.
 As though she were some kind of royalty.
 She wears the royal color well, n'est pas.
Very well, indeed.
 She could be from another culture.
 Perhaps a desert dweller?
No....she is very urban, wearing her silks like the queen that she is within her own palace.
 And then a pink breeze blows through.
 And even with this new very girly wave, she rides the tide.
Peeking out from her cocoon.
 Caught in a cloud of creamy white pleats.
 Before returning to her throne.
Of pleated white silk fantasy.