walked there, first time setting foot on alcatraz. first images, seagull, graffiti from the native americans in the 60's, this is our land. freedom. home.
the exhibit was about freedom. large metal wings made of recycled solar stove panels. lego portraits of prisoners of conscience. and the artist. house arrest. one wonders about what is so threatening about telling the truth.
also, postcards to inmates, and porcelain petals in toilet. the noble art of finding beauty in the mundane. and dragons, intricate, inspiration.
since then the topic of freedom has been in the back of my mind. where is it? riding a bicycle. in the breath. in a lover's arms.
have you ever felt needed?