“….the room will need to be imagined
by someone, perhaps some me
walking away now, who comes alive…”
Stephen Dunn, from The Room
Art exists right under the nose.
It resides in my everyday experiences:
In my husband’s sleepy smile,
In the reassuring clutter of my house,
laundry gathering on the bedroom floor,
a mountain of junk mail,
a greeting from my cat at the door.