Note: Text in sketch is rough. The content below shows revision and my be revised again once moving to the painting stage.
Escape Velocity: With unsure movements they slowly make their way towards the door. The bright yellow noon day sun draws them as if they were moths.
Miss-matched assemblages they do not pause to correct their awkwardness of form. This moment has been too long in arriving . This is their moment. They are beings claiming their right of existence amongst sentient life forms. Unclad they venture forth, unashamed of their bareness. More concerned about maintaining the ability to stay upright and in a forward direction.
Even amongst themselves, they find their movements comical – another trait to be cherished. Their footsteps echo, a blindfolded stranger would swear that the click-clack of their movement were a herd of scentless goats.
Upon entering the burnt landscapes, they see contorted formation as bare as their own form. Others continue to join them and stare, mindless of only being partly assembled-- handless, armless, fingerless, they are compelled to migrate towards a fresh start, towards an unfolding life of limitless possibility.
If they had hearts, the excited beating would be deafening. If they could breath, all oxygen would be consumed. They have taken the first steps towards salvation, and away from the madness that had awaited them if they had remained immobile but sentient.