Who are we really? Are we the selves we see in the mirror in the morning as we shave the stubble from our cheeks and chins? Are we the masks of beauty we apply with the mascara brush and lipstick to our aging faces? Are we the strands of DNA that coil like prism snakes in the centers of our cells?Are we the prisoners of our own minds? Are we the memories in the vaults of our temporal lobes? Are we the citizens of a city that cites us in its censuses? Are we the brothers and sisters and sons and daughters and mothers and fathers of all those nuclear families? Am I my driver’s license photograph? Am I the Viking warrior I saw in the flames of the campfire under the Aurora Borealis? Are you the flower girl at the coronation of the Babylonian queen that you saw in the Forget-Me-Nots under the sunflowers that afternoon in late July? We have been here and elsewhere in many universes in many eternities many times before...... Battista Sforza, the duchess of Montefeltro from the castle in Urbino in the hill country of Rimini. Kathryn my wife. See one. See the other. And who is the Kathryn that shines beyond them all? That is the Goddess I wish to paint. We shift shapes, we shape shifters like the sky changes from dawn to dusk. It is very beautiful. It glows with possibility. Yes!
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