Barbara Gone Wild
I trained to be an x-ray technician. From that time on, as T.S. Eliot wrote in his “Whispers of Immortality,” I have seen “the skull beneath the skin.” T.S. Eliot ends his poem with, “Our lot crawls between dry bones to keep our metaphysics warm.”
In 'Barbara Gone Wild' I explore the interface between passion and the intellect, pulsing tissue and desiccated bone. Our lot may be to crawl through our mortal span but, like the poet, we also sing.
In 'Barbara Gone Wild' I explore the interface between passion and the intellect, pulsing tissue and desiccated bone. Our lot may be to crawl through our mortal span but, like the poet, we also sing.
