Daïa, Architect of the Mind

Daïa's mode is symbol, her medium earth.
Rolls of earth painstakingly built into walls
Walls smoothed, brushed, gouged into form.

The eye wanders through unaccustomed spaces
Slowly, exploring, remembering . . . .
The hand reaches out . . . . Yes, you may touch. This is not a museum.
This is real, this is hard:
Rough sandstone, smooth clay, resounding bronze.
The fragile air (or is it soul?) surrounded, cradled by earth become rock.
Ineffable tenderness or mischievous gaze,
Mind tempered by raging fire.

Paula Young
woman writer

Régine Canton

Toshihiko Washio

Toshihito Hosono