The pose of this piece attracted me to the words of Oliver, which of course felt a little like the universe expounding on my own life and the desire to keep reaching out...or, rather, "standing around as though with (my) arms open." I am learning, lately, to look with my arms open. And by arms I also mean heart and mind and life and spirit. The more I stand with arms open, looking, the more I see and feel and know exquisite things I never dreamed of before.
Along with that, of course, I also see and feel and know sorrow, pain, longing, loneliness, doubt and grief. My own and also the feelings of those my arms reach for and hold tenderly. And yet, in the slow, careful pace of a pandemic, there is time to process all the things and give them each attention. It feels right, this pace. I'm pretty sure my current spirit creature is snail or sloth or slow loris. Bring it on, universe, but slowly. :)
While I get back to work on videos, enjoy a little pictorial history of this painting:
Jen Jovan and her imaJENation