Acrylic on Canvas
24 x 36"
of Kaley Walker
was walking onto a pier that extended like an arm into the quiet
lake. It was not long after my sister had passed away and quite
often I would sense that the next world was very real and very
close. This was one of those times. I had the distinct sensation
that if I only knew how, I could walk right off the end of the
pier and, instead of falling into the water, would slip into
the next world and be with my sister again. The idea of an abrupt
end to the path of the pier--and to my sister's path--was in
this moment inconceivable. The way must continue. She must continue.
And the space between the seen and the unseen, the known and
the believed, is the bridge.