...having filled the bucket with soot and soil...

whenever i think of easter i take the tawdry colours, pinks and blues, and shred them into tiny pieces then place them inside a magpies egg shell that dapples the dreamtime with odd Hieroglyphs. funny how the shapes move with smoke like stealth to steal the leaves from trees.

original picture from Doriandra's CROWSCLOTH site with words by cocaine jesus