Sitting in the dark, sparks of something she can’t yet see are expressing themselves in feeling. This synchronistic thing that creates imaginary fates and takes up space in that place inside and behind her fascinating ways. A lack of compromise envelopes these colors not yet materialized and makes them somehow real. Or about to be, for the emotional body is where she feels the turning key. Stealing the stories the mind attempts to play and putting them at bay where they belong. Her beautiful, premeditative song…
