Bärenort: The Exhibit.

So I have curled back this weekend, into the red brick shell of Bärenort. I realize I have never seen it this time of year, but suddenly everything blends into the rustling rust and gold landscape.
The exhibit is hypnotic. glass pieces sparkle in the windows, candles reflect bronze, white porcelain curves around gold clay pieces. kinetic sculptures hang from the ceiling wearing lights shining through feathers and jagged metal jutting out like wings which revolve dangerously around the room. I think of feather filled caves, of spirals in sand, of Aughra's planetarium. (do you know the dark crystal?). They whirr faintly, mechanical hearts purring.
I spend a lot of time with Mathilda. She is worried about the dogs. I carry her towards the woods. She falls asleep on my shoulder.

She is just about to tumble over the edge of articulate speech; in wordless understanding. what a mysterious moment.