(Photo copyright: Rich Voza)
I stand back and admire my sculptures, Three Doors: Past, Present, Future. Each stands firmly in space; a solitary object, yet part of an integrated whole.
I’ve chosen white, the pallor of death, for Past. The door has seven panels: three large ones represent the birth, life and death of an individual; four smaller ones: family; education; employment; social relationships.
Blue, the color of hope, covers Present. Bottom panels for lives partially lived; an open window for what’s to come.
Future? Red. Smoke-tinged. The colors of Revolution.
My friends and I, we are patient. We are organized. We are the Future.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, September 27, 2013.)