Last week, I was walking along next to the creek when I looked up and saw a tree...

Last week, I was walking along next to the creek when I looked up and saw a tree looking back at me. More yarn bombing! The world was suddenly electric, joyous. It made me remember those words from the poet Wislawa Szymborska, “nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone or a single cloud.”
This is what art does. It reminds us of the singularity of each thing.
We look at the world; and through art, the world looks back.


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