the doors to the world of the wild self are few, but precious.
if you have a deep scar, that is a door . . . if you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door.
if you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Just thought I would put up my wild self triptych, which I mentioned hanging in the kitchen yesterday, as the lovely Nicole didn't think she had seen this series before.
The background for these images are close up photos of peeling paint on an old silo. These were the very first images I ever made with birds. Yeah, it kinda snowballed from there didn't it?!
(*P.S I know Clarissa's name is spelt wrong in the last image. Shh, don't tell.)
