One of the most wonderful and moving things about Cowbird.com (and there are MANY wonderful and moving things) is getting to know the other artists and writers who have loved my stories or contacted me after they were touched and moved by my work. For me, this is always humbling, and I have tried to pay it forward by reaching out to other Cowbird.com authors and letting them know how much I've enjoyed their work.
Anneke was one of the writers who reached out to me. She said that we seem to have experienced life through the same eyes. When I read her stories and looked at her own artwork, I had to agree.
So when I found her Sprout Tag story, and I decided to test that theory. Here goes.
The above photo is an art journal spread that I created in July of 2006. That summer I made a drawing in my art journal nearly every day, and I never knew what I was going to draw until it was about half done. I was obsessed with stars; they showed up in about a third of my drawings. Stars, birds, hearts, angels, and hands.
I flipped through the art journal on the weekend, looking for an answer. Why stars? Why did they mean so much to me? What did they symbolize?
Then I read the text I had written alongside the stars in this particular drawing. It's the first part of the lyrics from the song I Sing the Body Electric, from the movie Fame.
I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun
And I'll look back on Venus
I'll look back on Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time
And in time
We will all be stars
After reading the lyrics again, I realized: The stars are me. And they're burning.
Drawing from the art journal spread Shiva Shakti, wax crayon, pencil and collage on paper, July 2006.