“Let the images speak for themselves”, she suggested

And for some reason these words opened my heart and – I sobbed

At the recognition of my profound friendship

With the animacy of my art- the living being

Called Painting

Jumping realms to be with me- Painting has

Advanced my weary soul, sipping the living water

I stand before you, not alone-

Amazed and a bit transcendent

Animacy takes the lid off.

The bow is stretched – the hand poised for action

It’s “we” two that make the painting

Art comes through us into the world.

And to see me through the tenuous gate

And I felt the animacy of my art