Echoes Off My Shoulder I have been overtaken by a fable, but is it mine? We tell our stories, and they fill the sky with our art, our memories, our words, our thoughts and our dreams - the fundamental linkage to an age before and after. We bid goodbye to a part of ourselves by freeing intimacy with the knowledge that the transparency of telling will not return, but that is as it should be. This portrait of oneness may change with circumstance – though it underlies our myth. I am exploring how our humanity emerges from the dissonance working across various media - it might be anything at this point - as I assemble the art interface, calling attention to the ever-present human condition. And, to answer this question for myself: do we create the myth as we go or do we adapt to the myth that has been written by us, perhaps even for us? As we walk through the vast swarm of the elemental, who determines how we present ourselves? Peter Frantz 2020
