firemaiden
Of being and becoming...
A lady dressed in black holds two pens, crossed - like two force vectors which have intersected, or two paths which have crossed. One points upward - like a vertical asymptote - of infinite, imutable being, while the other is angled forward - crossing through time and space - the vector of becoming...
Their intersection stands at her solar plexus -- her midpoint -- as though this crossing of two paths corresponds to the very core of her being, a sort of moment of combustion giving fuel to an ongoing fire.
She looks forward, with a smouldering determination to see her goal through, come what may, with perhaps a sense of pain for what is lost and left behind.
A lady dressed in black holds two pens, crossed - like two force vectors which have intersected, or two paths which have crossed. One points upward - like a vertical asymptote - of infinite, imutable being, while the other is angled forward - crossing through time and space - the vector of becoming...
Their intersection stands at her solar plexus -- her midpoint -- as though this crossing of two paths corresponds to the very core of her being, a sort of moment of combustion giving fuel to an ongoing fire.
She looks forward, with a smouldering determination to see her goal through, come what may, with perhaps a sense of pain for what is lost and left behind.