Blood sings

Blood sings

When bloods sees blood of its own. It sings to see itself again. It sings to hear the voice its known. It sings to recognize the face. (Suzanne Vega)

This applies to art 'kin' as well. It's rare and magical when we find one another, and the recognition and connection is immediate. Had such an experience yesterday, and am so grateful for the invisible threads that draw us together.

15.08.2021