Dear Penelope,

its the end of the shadow boxes besides maybe one for myself, which is almost an impossible task- i thought i told you about yours in all its symbolic mystery? perhaps not. patently its a juxtaposition of you. Your two natures. Lets start there. You see the figure on the top has scissors. Looking innocent possibly but up to mischief. The one below in white sits innocently by with an umbrella, prepared perhaps for whatever may come. Lets leave them for a moment though. The wood around the border is real and made up of various types. I thought of your logcabin. Your need for naturalness and symmtry. The lines in the paper curtain are an expression of that as well. Something clean and harmonious and light and pure. Ordered but fresh. This shadow box is after all a room. Beyond it is the inscruitable other of everything. If I had felt content to just represent the outside of you I would have emphasized this background aspect, would have left it clean and simply beautiful. But the representation of how I saw the internal you was much more vibrant and playful. and certainly full of magic. So back to the mischief. The events you must expand on but I can tell you the mishievious figure cut the daisy chain, which may or may not have broken out into a bit of a fire, which caused the bolt to fly into the glass that contained what appears to be a peach pit but may be something much more. It broke the glass and set the fish free (a nod to my pisces friend and her contemplation of all things aquatic, in the undulating currents and waves, and the flitting indecisiveness of how fish move, but purposeful, but directed and instinctual) Note their bright exuberant colors. And you see how the girl in white bears the calamity with such reserve and patience, possibly a tiny bit worried at the events beyond her but so solid and resolute and prepared so that no blue stuff should get upon her person. And upsprings from the broken bottle this epic figure. She alights herself upon the inkbottle at her foot and catches the bolt and fixes everything in the place it was seen hurdling from. But you see the antique autocar light isn't on, the latin inscription on the wine cork from which the light is hung is: 'let your light shine'... the internal you, never cease or stop, but continue on in this sparkling and vibrant way forever more. And it bears with the latin phrase "in omnia paratus": ready for anything/allthings...and remember rori jumping off that platform with an umbrella and being in a strange secret society? that investigative watchful side of you, the being pushed into adventure side of you, wary but secretly delighted by shenanigans... come what may sort of thing? Which is why this epic figure and all the blue seem strangely out of place in their surroundings and that its not quite right because you see, she doesn't exist in the ordinary place of things and she goes on living and breathing within you no matter how quieted down you become or however or whatever it is you find yourself doing, there she'll be. And the world now that the daisy chain has been cut will never be set quite aright again, but I think it'll be better for it, certainly more lively.

m.