prisoner

I truly believe we ARE prisoners of our own mind; caught in our own cage, imagined or real; afraid to move. So we stay right there, in the center where it is safe. Go towards the outside and the spikes are there. Ouch!

But if we take a good look, there are actually more spaces in between the metal straps than there are metal. It's just a matter of knowing where to look. Do you look at the bars or do you look past them? The mind is such a willing prisoner.




	Prisoner Of Our Own Mind, 2005 Ceramic Sculpture: paperclay - LoFire, platinum luster. 12” dia. Hand-made blued steel stand
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I truly believe we ARE prisoners of our own mind; caught in our own cage, imagined or real; afraid to move. So we stay right there, in the center where it is safe. Go towards the outside and the spikes are there. Ouch! But if we take a good look, there are actually more spaces in between the metal straps than there are metal. It's just a matter of knowing where to look. Do you look at the bars or do you look past them? The mind is such a willing prisoner.