Skydancer's Threads

Tucked within the quiet caverns of the mother's feathers, the egg awaits its becoming.
© 2006 Marion Z. Skydancer

Normally images do not really reach that deep for me. Working with them, is like the familarity of being a nude photographer or living in a nudist colony, the interactions move deeper, beyond the surface and the skin, the light, the color, all just become another layer of clothing we get used to. Music moves me, it is the emotional element of my existance. But now and then, even through the many layers of vision there is a music, a visual music, that trancends and penetrates the soul and instead of visual tremors, I hear with my eyes the sharp chaos and harmony of the spirit that reaches out of the image, and the music of the silent, screams in my eye. I hear the silent dance you sing in your images, your body the instrument of your soul to reach out and vibrate the strings of the watchers hearts and flesh.