Bacterial meningitis.
Fevers , seizures,lost tips of fingers and strange effects.
a sick 5 year old me has no Idea what is happening,when the white wolf walks into the bedroom where she rests.
It just sits there silently staring.
Watching the fever take that child over.
A ghost of a headache still haunts me
and that wolf still graces me with it's presence sometimes.
My connection with wolves is deeper than the art in my gallery,They have somehow become entwined
with the identity I associate as me.
deeper than spirituality,and more abstract then I care to think about.
That wolf is both comforting and frightening,always watching and always silent when it appears.
Earthly objects do not concern it,the wolf walks straight through,like a ghost
matching the ghostly headache of that sickness im feeling again now.
Its hard to draw when she is sitting at my feet looking solid,when I know she isn't there at all.




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