Several months earlier, deep, dark winter. Rain. A branch of mesquite blew across my windshield. Despite the rain, the dark, I pulled over, retrieved the stick. I mounted it on a rock, practiced making roots across the surface of the rock.
Back to my studio. I placed Long Stride on the laundry hamper. Distracted, I ran out of my studio. I returned about ten minutes later. Sitting on the sculpture was a three-to four inch bug. I poked at ti and it wriggled, but remained on the stick.
I puttered around the studio, periodically checking on the bug. It remained on my sculpture. I returned the next morning. The bug had gone. I continue to leave Long Stride on the laundry hamper. Having been the recipient of the bug’s blessing, this piece welcomes visitors to my studio.
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"