It matters not which way the wind blows and what is the latest storm, or fashion or fad. Things are always changing....opinions, desires, attitudes, alliances and enemies. What matters to my artist's soul, is roots that grab the richness of the earth while tangled branches reach toward the heavens, swaying in the wind, bending in the storm and absorbing the light. Perhaps we need both roots and branches to be whole....land and air, gardening boots and gossamer wings? I love Pablo Neruda's poetry and this quote: "Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net." The human heart has more than one dimension and we are free to find ourselves with abundant joy whether we delight in our roots or wings.