Majesty

Leonora Carrington - Baby Giant She’s too big to be noticed except by mystics and loonies. Her immense presence is like whatever moves the winds. It’s like the sun rising behind clouds, too distant, too amorphous to survey. But she’s only a baby, a child. She hasn’t realized her true power. The wealth of our mountains, the articulation of our rivers, and the fertility of our fields suggest her future majesty.