Salon iv

Ice storm

The rescuing creature of imagination

Stung by particles of ice and in the vortex of thoughts racing out of control, the little face fears being swept to destruction. A zigzag red alert snakes upward to arrive at an eyrie castle. In the shape of an egg the castle is exploding.

The red alert morphs into a red dress. A rescuing creature is conjured out of the unknown. With its legs it achieves balance hovering over the silver trail. Its powerful claws are able to confront any destructive power.

Will the little face ever see the rescuing creature carried on red wings? Like a mother goddess the creature has a smiling face and breasts that nurture. Like a stork it could pluck the most delicate of beings from the maelstrom.