We women know well the waiting time between what was and what will next. Darkness intensifies the space that distinguishes the interval between these two. This time-dragging period holds ecstatic anticipations or a fear that cannot be named.
And so we wait.

Cold cast bronze

17.25 in x 17.25 in

sold out

Sanguine Women Waiting at the Garden Gate

© 2019 Teresa Moorehouse


Chicago, IL