UNKNOWN GIRL
The blurred face of a girl appears in a tarnished sepia photograph. Her face is distinctive and strangely familiar – the angle of her forehead, the pillowy mounds of hair under a large satin bow, the way her eyelids taper at the outer edges. But she can’t tell me her name. Her face keeps appearing, sinking back, and resurfacing again in the paint, and eventually, I recognize her. But I still don’t know who she is.
Here is another girl -- she’s on a bike that is standing still. Her legs are not yet long enough to reach the pedals. When her legs grow longer, she will push the pedals and the wheels will begin to rotate. She will travel in enormous loops the size of the world.