Jameela Gordon-King

Wild Woman as Water with Neck of Coral

The light bounces off the radiator’s surface. A subtle pink, a subtle blue.
I talk a lot about surfaces now. I talk a lot about water. The two are forever on my mind.
The gravitational pull the water creates, the need, the longing, the fascianation is so strong I can think of nothing else.
I am in awe.
Humbled by its presence. Humbled by its very existence.
It is as if I am meeting water for the first time.
I have before of course, felt, seen, tasted water.
But only now has it infiltrated every thought, every moment, every glance. Everywhere I look now, I expect to see the play of light on surface.
And I do.