End of the year, Meg Rosoff about "in between" times
The calendar year, mine at least, pure convention is about to end. I feel this unique sensation of the "in between" time, not here and not there yet. For Rosoff this moment is filled with suspense and fascination:
“When a creature begins to emerge from it's chrysalis there is a point at which it is neither one thing nor the other, not quite grown into a new identity nor rid of the old one.
It's wings are folded and sticky, it's colours hidden. Whether it will emerge in shades of emerald and lapis lazuli or the colour of mud is yet to be revealed.
It is that long, still, moment of waiting that fascinates me utterly. The suspence of waiting for beauty to unfurl.”
Meg Rosoff, Just in Case
Image: Crysalis in the Cocoon, by Japanese artist Tetsumi Kudo from his solo exhibition "Garden of Metamorphosis"
“When a creature begins to emerge from it's chrysalis there is a point at which it is neither one thing nor the other, not quite grown into a new identity nor rid of the old one.
It's wings are folded and sticky, it's colours hidden. Whether it will emerge in shades of emerald and lapis lazuli or the colour of mud is yet to be revealed.
It is that long, still, moment of waiting that fascinates me utterly. The suspence of waiting for beauty to unfurl.”
Meg Rosoff, Just in Case
Image: Crysalis in the Cocoon, by Japanese artist Tetsumi Kudo from his solo exhibition "Garden of Metamorphosis"
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