There is a sound trust at hand, allowing me to patiently await while diligently tending to the sketches and thoughts which have been stored for months, years. Though their collection continues to grow, there is plenty of storage space, and plenty of time to air them, expand on them, solidify them in some form for the public eye and ear.
The trust is revealed, or reaffirmed whenever a reminder arises, such as this discarded broom in a garden in Santa Ana, near Macas, Ecuador.
For decades I have been working with brooms in non-traditional contexts, as they are used for performances, at times as music instruments.
Sila Blume 
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