This girl has been hanging around the studio for ages, waiting because she was, well, unfinished. Yesterday I picked her up and looked long and hard at her. Here's the thought process:
"She's running--no, walking--away from something. A house? No, a tower--she's leaving a tower behind--like Rapunzel! She's leaving a tower, a stronghold, behind, and striking out on her own."
I paint the tower in and sign my name on the front of the piece (another breakthrough). Later, I am looking for words/story for another piece, browsing through a stack of enlarged poetry pages, and this WHOLE PHRASE jumps out at me from one of Wallace Stevens' poems:
I can build towers of my own.
Wow. The universe speaks.
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