Unfinished Pieces

My studio is part museum, part graveyard. Sitting silently under tables and behind my easel are pieces yet to be finished. They are unfinished parts of my brain, images still too beautiful to imagine that I can be worthy of them. If you listen closely, the Ooooo's and Aaahhh's of the framed pieces on the walls are almost drowned out by the silent breathing of each unfinished piece waiting to be rediscovered. They are real to me, with voices and feelings. They remind me to keep going, and not to give up. My goal is to give them voice, to discover the parts of me that can make them come alive, the parts of me that were vivid long ago when I started them.