a window to the future
:::garçonne from flickr.com
I am not sure of her name--
apparently she claims to be all of twelve years old.
Nevertheless, her visions unerring map the regions between voice, echo & stillness.
The world she sees is the world of the real with it's infinite disappointments lurking
around every inevitable and fragile corner.
It is also a world of sad songs sung to one's self in order to remember
the ecstatic intoxications of all that is and will ever be--
nothing more and nothing less than the perilous dancing of devastation with hope.