Last October my house burned down. My art studio and work were destroyed. I was left with only fragments of my entire life. After the shock wore off, I spent hours sifting through the ashes. Every fragment I found took on a meaning far beyond what the object in its wholeness had ever held. Each scrap became a symbol, and a lesson in detachment.

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The found title page from a book of poetry, I Heard God Laughing, made me laugh too.

I became philosophical about this journey of life, and images of labyrinths arose in my awareness.