Wednesday, March 30, 2011

11. the breakfast cafe angel

my spirits were high with my fingers entwined in his hands. the cheery yellow walls drew us in, with the smell of freshly baked chocolate muffins.
we sat with our tea and breakfast in the late morning, not talking much, but basking in the sight of each other in the warm california sun, taking in long drinks of each other's faces, not knowing when we'd get this joy again.

And yet despite the odds, God smiles upon us all.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

10. the text angel

time to start cracking. 
after a month's absence, I need to get all caught up. 

words are so important to me right now, especially written ones. I hold them dear. and to create an image out of text is something that has always fascinated me as a kid. letters are small images our brain recognizes as sounds, strung together to make a language: then collaged into something that has no sound, rendered mute by its chaos, with no word, is throwing your mind for a creative loop, and you must search for the representation of a single, whole image instead of many, all thrown together.

yeah so its 3 am -____- 

goodnight all. 
grace and peace.