Each photograph’s a metaphor for something:
It becomes my job to ascertain
What lesson might be learned
From what I’m seeing.
This one reminds me of something I heard
From a therapist long ago:
That we find the greatest freedom
Within boundaries — or, in this case, constraints.
This man can fly because his body is contained
In an elaborate system of harnesses.
A relationship flourishes
Within agreed-upon limitations;
A society thrives when bounded by laws;
Even my paintings seem to improve
When I limit my choices of colors and tools…
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