Quarryhouse.blog Website Review

months and will be swapping some paintings out this weekend. Right across the street is the Barn Shop (open Fridays through Sundays) which contains work from the Mettowee Makers You live in a world of straight lines, neat rows, predictable in love and hate, relentless in black and white, perfect or ruin, few shades between You drive past the cultivated fields, the cultivated lives, carefully curated for the least disturbance, and you understand completely Don’t read too much into this. Don’t ask me to explain. The words came. I wrote them down. I liked the sound of them. It works that way The picture was taken just over the mountain from where I live. And when no one else believed you could fly, when you were a pile of broken rubble and little more, trying to refit the pieces into some semblance of solidity, some semblance of what you once were, And yet, you continued. Even without a destination, every memory of what you once were lying on the ground like so many ashes, unrecognizable, the body no more than a painting, no more than an illusion, full of rubble and ruin, you continued, remembering God, remembering the promises, remembering each cut and knife twisted, each flame lit to the edges to as*ure you never rose from the ashes. And yet, you continued. you pieced together things never meant to go together, you admitted defeat, you found new parts and fit them to the old. Some fit well. Some did not. It was a hodgepodge. No lie. A mess that walked and talked and worked, a tribute to the power of habit, and its ability to continue long after death. A living myth. And all the while, you continued, You whittled, You trimmed, You threw things out. You made old things new and discovered parts of you you had forgotten. Wounded perhaps, but just, just You made old things new, and new things settled in, began to feel alive. Possible. Some paid lip service, mixed with darts and the carving of sharp knives. Some were more direct, aiming their blunderbusses for your tenderest parts, for they knew them well.