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| A Rhythm of Her Own 18 x 24 pastels |
It’s not a matter of who’s watching
When no one is supposed to see you
But who you are
In those unscripted moments
When your mind reflects your thoughts back at you
When you see you as a child
As an adult
And as so much more and
Yet so simple
Pure Human
Carved out of light and matter
Smiling
A private joke
A moment all your own
I’ve seen you in those moments
When no one is looking
A thousand faces and bodies hovering about
No one finds you in that moment
But me
And quite suddenly
And by accident
You aren’t self aware
Or other aware
Just aware of a world no larger than the body you inhabit
All images and expressions are the exclusive property of Eddie L. Hudson. Do not reproduce without permission.
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