Looking down at her hands she marvelled at the whole world resting there. Her body just couldn't contain the joy she felt and she began to dance. Moving across the floor with the weightlessness of a feather, her smile shone bright and the room echoed with her laughter.
She didn't see it, the obstacle lying just ahead. As she tripped and stumbled she observed her movements like a film in slow motion. Unable to right herself she felt the world slipping . . . slipping . . . slipping from her hands until suddenly the weight of it landed squarely upon her shoulders.
Her knees began to buckle and the weightlessness she'd experienced just moments earlier gave way to the most incredible pressure. The world was lodged firmly and no matter how hard she tried she just didn't have the strength to move it. Just when she thought the pressure would consume her she felt his arm slip around her waist . . . . . holding her, holding the world. With the weight shared everything seemed bareable again.
I adore this photo. And this writing, although I have a feeling it relates to your pain and I am sorry about that.
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You have such a great talent for making powerful images, and powerful words to go with it! And I agree with Mrs Mediocity, but it amazes me how our pain and difficulties help us create such art...beautiful work!
ReplyDeleteSuch powerful emotions here - in both the image and your writing. How lucky you are to have that arm to help you bear the weight and the pain.
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast in mood in both the layered image and your words. The eyes are smiling, yet looking down. Another great post Kathryn.
ReplyDeleteYou make beautiful meaningful art. This piece is part of that whole!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and powerful. Love the colors of your work.
ReplyDeletePowerful image - powerful words! Indeed. The weight of the world is easier to take with two. Awesome!
ReplyDeletexo Catherine
You are brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful - both the imagery and the accompanying writing. I can feel the strength of his arms..as he catches her!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the ending, the shared weight. In the image, I'm so drawn to the background and foreground, the juxtaposition of the light feather and the dark shadows, with the woman, the dancer, balanced in between. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa that means a lot coming from such an amazing writer. Your stories always grab me and inspire me.
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ReplyDeleteWords and picture mesh beautifully here ... I especially appreciate the pose 'looking down from above' as in now above the event ... beyond it now.
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