To remember the specific detail, the forgotten temperament, the smaller person, the subtle color…that was everything. We were drowning in the bigger picture, the never ending noise…the world which would not cease talking…
It was time for the single petal, the nuanced emotion of a child’s face, vanished in a split second. To miss these details… in the end, meant missing absolutely everything important.
We were desperate to paint, to breathe, to touch the lost second, the unheard words…the skin’s touch…the truth…
690 Saint Paul 