Inside Things

The containers of my life come in all shapes, some so familiar I don't even think of them as containers. All hold the mundane and necessary along with secrets, though sometimes the secrets reside only in the memories suggested by a touch, a glance, the movement of my hand as it unzips -- unfolds -- opens -- slides in order to retrieve or fetch or search, and then to close.

(cross-posted from my feed at Instagram)

Comments

[Natalie]

I like this lovingly and poetically rendered drawing, Beth, the pen in harmony with your thoughts.

[Hattie]

That is a pleasing sketch.

[Marly Youmans]

Nice sense of use and wear about them all!