Liminal

I was. I am. I will be.

Abbie Powers

What does it mean for the soul to fly? set wheels on the long runway of Nebraska knee deep in the grasslands gain wind over the high prairie rise on the thermals where the prairie gives way to the foothills hear the whispers of the ancients rise out of the layer upon layer of rock launch skyward where the mountains kiss sky allow clouds to soothe soul lift spirit finally, truly, feel oneself Where to begin? I want to say covid fucked some things up. And surely it did. But in all honesty, covid allowed a time of reflection on all that has been lying under the surface...waiting to be addressed. Liminal is a space of transition. I am fully in that space. And if we are all honest with ourselves, we are all in that space: deciding what feeds the soul, letting go of that which does not feed our souls. I feel as if the way the foothills pile up on themselves, each layer revealing and hiding a new reality every day, shows an intense generosity. I lose myself daily in the beauty of that landscape. This body of work captures my interpretation of that changing, elusive space, a space that is the transition point between the flatlands of the prairie of my youth, and the soaring heights of the mountaintops that represent the life I choose to fashion for myself moving forward. I was. I am. I will be.