Reading Shauna's story "Possessions" was inspiring and difficult at the same time,
as you can read in my previous post.
It took a while before the ideas started too take shape.
But in the end they came, the billowing curtain and the glimpse of hope freedom,
were the elements finally captured in porcelain.
A dove of freedom escaping from the curtained room.
But I had to add some light too, behind the curtain,
hard to capture in a picture, in real it's more subtle.
Red felt right, not sure why tough