Inner Piece(for Jill Lawson) . .
Her wheel does not spin the clay to forms unseen unknown Her hand holds no sculptor's blade that turns to etch away the solid stone
In her territory she's one with the machine knows its fickle reiterations unreal numbers dreams Each part broken off fractured and reflecting an inner piece
There's a wondrous roundness of form each pixel a sharp knife reflected from imaginary surfaces digging deep into the mathematical imagination where we all stand alone
She gathers the figures to herself For us she sorts changes discards The ones that strike her beauty she gives and from her artistic gifts we become prime viewers and in our privacy of viewing more alive and living .
Carlyle Miller 07/25/99 written for Jill Lawson whose fractal art inspires so many Thank you Jill. . . Carlyle has written several poems which were inspired by the work of fractal artists. To read those go to LESSONS OF LIGHT and to see his fractals and much more go visit him at
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