wama

23.03.08

too many things going on to see much. two women across separated by a thick dark evil eye a sea. except for the distance and the murky desert between them they are the same woman. one dressed as a princess with flowing curls down to her ankles stands facing front with her arms open flung at her sides. she turns her head to avoid the bright sun and to appear as though she knows where she’s going -- “that way, I’m headed that way.” and she would travel except that her gown is too cumbersome. she cannot move not one step. she is stuck there in the constant stance of someone about to leave.

in her future, she cuts her hair, releases herself from the prison of fabric and sits apart from the world on a mountaintop looking out at a volcano below. her house is a simple shelter that covers her head but is precariously set on the rocks below.

across the way the other woman wears a simple dress as though she is in the house. we can’t see her legs but she also is planted. her right fist is raised and she looks meaningfully to her left poised to fight the good fight. her left hand is also raised more out of fear than solidarity. if she could run she would. her head tilts up to the heavens pleading.

in her future, she walks as a traveler up a mountain path carrying only one small bag over her shoulder. before her is a small house/hut light coming from the open door, welcome and waiting.

these two women are connected by the surrounding open horizon and the teardrop shaped like a fist that protects them.

posted by la kara @ 11:01