It's funny how beauty and sadness can walk hand in hand. This is such a beautiful image, so wonderfully done. Yet the stones and the lady seem to just ooze sadness, letting it permeate everything. I think we learn that we are our own prisoner, judge and jury. And only we can let ourselves free. No one else holds the key, just us. But we have to learn how to use the key. Art is such good therapy!

Gun, dear sis, your image and poem are both touching and compelling, full of pathos. I am with you in waiting, and in faith you will catch the joy and the walls will come down again. You have the wisdom needed to sustain you as you wait. Huge healing hugs, sis, Suzanne P.S. What do you mean you can't write? Looks pretty good to me Sweetie.

A very profound and meaningful image executed beautifully. Love It Gun.

Beautiful!

like both.

Profound and powerful words and image-I hope the winds of joy sweep away your pain very soon. CC

It certainly makes me think and see so much truth in your words. I think it is our intellectual natur of being able to reason that causes us to build our walls, animials cannot reason, this is a trait reserved for us alone. Your accompanying image is most excellent. Thank you for sharing. egmont

Splendid and so true words, a splendid mood in your picture ;O)

Thought provoking and most assuredly a wondrous piece of work Gun S

Great words to ponder on a Sunday morning Gun. Too much thought, too little thought, too little activity, too much activity. The extremes lay the brick one by one. I imagine there is a green wandering path right outside, that you have also walked many times. Hugs, Jilly

Such powerful words and imagery. Beautiful, heartfelt art that can only come from honesty and experience. Brilliant work, sotnos. -M :^)

What an intriguing composition. Well done.

A very pointed image. Full of emotion. Great image.

A very emotional picture and the poem very heartfelt. Lovely work.

A wonderful visual expression of your words. Oh so true!

wonderful scene, words and work!

Oh, Gun...I know this place, intimately. And what a beautiful though tragic representation through your always amazing work. Wait patiently, in the still, for the moment to come around...that one moment that you might grasp onto...when it feels as if you're sucked inside the vortex..and the walls are all teflon coated...then reach...and grasp mightily...climbing your way up and out again. This image means a great deal to me for a couple of personal reasons...one being that it is now midnight, and as of this minute, the 2nd anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Anniversaries of tragedies have never much affected me...but this one....this one swallows me whole....too many visions of things I saw there..every familiy battling for mere survival..too many memories of how my home looked as I kicked the doors down just to get inside it afterwards. And here, with your work, I find a splendid piece of art that speaks of my life in certain moments. So, if you have no objections, this is a must fav for me, dear lady. If I tuck it away and am able to visit it throughout the day tomorrow, it will bring me strength . And in those stronger moments, I will be sending it back to you. Be well and strong...Hugs, from my heart to yours!

this speaks powerfully to the heart !!...so deeply moving and spiritual ...i am touched by this...

touching

A pure work of beauty I feel so honored you use a pic of me to create more art. Hugs and Thank you so much for your heart of art. Hugs. Luis

I have just come from your web image and I see this image as related. I saw the flower as trapped in the web but the seeds as a sort of way out.