Michele Thomspon
Balance
“I find myself feeling the weight of being in a middle space, and one of balance. Possibly happy, certainly contented for maybe the first time in my life, and braced for what hell might come because change is inevitable. I am neither finished or unfinished. Balance is on my lips and fingers and has leached into my work. I want right now clean symmetrical lines reaching across the horizon and rising with the trees. Of course it is completely foolish. Nature abhors a straight line. Nature favors entropy.”