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Healing

sockets, tubes, holes, molding, fear and danger gripped the withered, bruised arm. bony hand held fast with thin fingers that had once been fleshy, full, ready for grabbing or lifting or holding a cocktail. gray lids lay over glassy eyes that focused on morphine hallucinations. "On a lake, a cabin stands and outside is my brother. I don't know why he is there. Very odd." A Phantom Fairy Angel Spirit Floats between thin sheets, peeling skin, air filled with disinfectant and yellow dust particles that circle around the late afternoon sunshine that squeezes between two pieces of plastic in the closed window blinds. The Spirit wonders as only a spirit can do. It is wonder without concern, emotion or judgment. It is wonder at the human condition that is so unable to accept, see or believe in its own wonderment. It is wonder at why there would ever be pain and suffering involved in the simple passage of time and change. It is wonder at the ignorance that there is no time or body, just a simple beam of light that unites, plays with, enjoys and entertains itself by taking on different forms that all are created from the same source. So long. Maybe. Who knows?

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Gavin North 17 Jun 2008

To me this reminds me of a sword in battle, it has a real feel of action to it. Like it has cut through someone and the blade had residue blood on it, I really really like this work John, excellent

Ruth Kauffman 03 Jun 2008

Superb work, John!!!

ron sargent 30 May 2008

Stunning!

Gabrielle Stahlie 28 May 2008

A wonderful passionate message...and a very strong painting.

Barry Huyett 28 May 2008

great comment on spirits and beautiful design!