In every stroke I see a story of my own, as water flows my mind starts to wander, grasping at strands of past memories, pulling me softly from the room and into the swirls of my imagination. Its rythmn echoes within me as I see my hand, steady, directing these soft movements. The balance sets me at ease plucking from my soul a thousand colours, tales, and sensations. Opposing forces, seemingly at odds unite together dragging me away from the tension and into the depths of my senses.
Text by Sonia Juillet for Donna Acheson Juillet
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