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Analysis: Tranquil Cord In Thorn
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In Thorn: The Tree, Thorn shows Tucker and Paton in a spiritual, meditative state called “the cords”. In the cords, they are able to look at each other's past lives as well as their own pasts, presents, and futures. My piece, Sunset Falls on Pools of Green, is a piece representative of “the cords”. The name, though long, is symbolic to me and my beliefs. Sunset Falls is my place of meditative tranquility. In a land of eternal fall, there are two falls; one rough with stones sticking out of it, the other smooth and pure. The rough falls embody my negative emotions; stress, anger, depression, longing. The other falls, the smooth, silky, warm water, represents all of the positive emotions I feel; pride, love, happiness, determination,
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As I go, I can slowly begin to hear birds singing and the gushing of the falls. I can feel the warm wind on my skin and the sun kissing my face. The closer I get to the falls the more my emotions wash away. The negative feelings vanish, and as I cool myself in the water, I am filled with positive thoughts.

My piece embodies the tranquility that both Tucker and Paton feel when they walk alone in the forest and when they are speaking to Thorn. It also embodies the stress, the splashes of random color that cause chaos, even if it’s beautiful chaos. The rough falls are the chaos I feel in my own life, my seasonal depression, my rough journey through school, and the every-day stress that clings to me like dew to a leaf. It poisons my system, cuts off my photosynthetic abilities, keeps me from breathing and exhibiting the colorful glow that burns within me. In another life, I lived by these falls, tucked away deep in the forests of Northern America. I was a druid, a keeper of the forest. I protected it, loved it, cared for it and helped when others abused it. I was a Celtic worshiper, prayer to Mother Nature, to Father Time, to the forest and my home. In my meditative states, I could meet my past lives, converse with them, speak with them on philosophical and environmental

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