Annatopia

The Human Landscape

There is a secret landscape I explore with my hands everyday.

Its mysteries and delicate nature unfolds in it's inherit rhythms, pulses, converging and diverging patterns, etchings on bones. It paints my hands with intricate details and leaves its imprints on my finger tips.


Layers upon layers, each holding their own stories that contribute to the continuum of an existence. The memory of living flesh and spirit is a familiar wind in my world. Depth and breath intermingle and I flow in another's anatomy of being.

I am amazed everyday at what I hold in my hands.

posted by Annatopia @ 8:39 AM