"Clovis, Brave and Strong" - mixed media on reclaimed wood, 6 x 12 x 1. Ready to hang.
This is a tough day. Recent events in Charlotte have me unsettled and searching for higher ground emotionally. I am not alone in this. The collective spirit of sadness, support, and craving for healing and connection across all lines is evident and palpable.
In yesterday's post, the question of boundaries was tackled - some beneficial, some lamentable (to steal a perfect word from a reader who had a sage comment regarding the post). As I watched the news last night and saw the impenetrable line of police with shields and clubs, all I could imagine was the inflexible boundary this represented, both literally and symbolically. Once such a boundary is erected, it seems what follows is escalated, heated and hurtful.
The subtle line of boundaries: when to use them, when to cross them. So delicate.
Clovis is my heart's response to the day: a reluctant warrior, wanting desperately to lay down her heavy shield and reach out a hand, feeling burdened by a world full of injustice.