Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Porcelain pale, they are the faces of children looking out at the world with innocence awakening and sometimes in grave displeasure. But immutable all, frozen in their briefly-caught attitudes of response to their very verisimilitude to the human condition.
Artefacts of who we are, what we will become, reflecting diversity of character, personality and physical dimensions of childhood aspiring to maturity; we see reflections of obduracy hesitation, gladness, apprehension, confusion, delight and morose sullenness.
Lifelike in their impressionable attitudes, they are reflective of us. Absent the divine spark, they remain tender mockeries, beautiful three- dimensional miniatures of ourselves.
Comic-tragic, appealing or demanding, in those cold and lifeless painted features we see our emotions indelibly reflected. They face us with a passion of spirit not their own.
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