“Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman’s body was like that. If you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth. He believed in this hidden truth the way other men believed in God or love, believed that truth was in fact always hidden, that the apparent, the overt, was invariably a kind of lie.”
– Salman Rushdie, The Enchantress of Florence
One Street Shy 
I’d say this is my favorite so far!
Have you seen Rome yet? Have you thrown coins in that fountain?
Thank you 🙂 It was kind of an “Ode to Klimt” style I am playing with….and LOVING.
I have been to Rome almost a dozen times….too many I’d say…
It reminds me more of Van Gogh, who is my personal favorite perhaps that’s why. In any case it’s very good. One of your best.
Thank you Swami Tommy. I like her too. 🙂
The beads do seem to flow from her head, first as a stream and then, wider, as a river. The blue spirals seem to add a watery quality to the watercolour too. You’re very good, Ms Allison. It’s being a pleasure following up your news posts or even diving in your older ones.
Why thank you Antonio…dig away 🙂
Ay, Jennifer, I’m digging it already, in both semanthical ways. And I might even leave a trail while doing so. Unfortunately I’m not a fast consumer, thus what you’ll find could well be a simple snail trail.
We all leave trails…it’s how we know where we’ve been and how we got where we are…
I like your idea of leaving trails as a way to know where we’ve been. Robert Frost has a different approach to “how we got where we are” that you probably know already, but I leave it here anyway:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173536
On time:
“We all leave trails…it’s how we know where we’ve been (…)”
Ariadne and the ball of thread she gives to Theseus.
The sword is now the computer. The labyrinth – a blog. The string – digital .
The lyrics and the painting expose our human nature ,we try to be so close to perfection,,but….nice post.Thank you for you visit,Have a wonderful holidays.Jalal
Thank you Jalal. Maybe those who don’t try to be perfect, are perfect by the very nature of imperfection. Thank you for visiting 🙂