​Bright Cells

Our body, an assemblage of tiny, tiny cells.
Closing my eyes, I concentrate my senses on each one cell, whispering Bring back the light,
Let yourself shine.  Then the cells begin to quiver, ripples rise to waves, waves roll over waves,
growing into a sense of joy.

We could be happy enough just to exist for it must be amazingly uncommon in the history of infinite lives and deaths continuously all through the time on the earth.

Every one of us holds inside a deep, strong will to be a brilliant individual.

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Early Bright Cells  2001-2022
mirror, leather, f.r.p.  235 x 205 x 240 cm
left: from the upper left
right: from the right
artist's studio 2007

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