W.H. Hudson's very first paragraphs in his introduction to Far Away and Long Ago stirred my memory of place and emotions. I tried to recall my first memory as a child....what a blur...the memory of shape and place....a pond...a duck...cattails....but my emotions are such a blur to me now...even though I know I was in a pure euphoria...is this because when one is that young child, one is in a sensual blissful state of absorbance? Where one is emerged into the place full of images, that the senses naturally take over... After this reading and while listening to Chango Rodriguez.. Mi Luna Cautiva...and Zamba de Abri...my hand began to paint what that state is...a storm of images...with key subjects...that tend to jump out in our memories...a playful dance of the known tangibles with the unknown ecstasy of the young mind.