Today I finally attacked this studio with the vacuum cleaner-1st time since sometime last spring. Maybe I’m finding my feet again or just finding a large measure of resolve.
I am working with more studies of waves and beginning to experiment with the palette knife. I also found this sort-of poem with in myself and choose to share it with you.
Fate is the hunter that fashions
A fiction we cannot escape.
Caught, forced to choose
We step blinded by blurring translations
Into an irrevocable present
Constructing our souls to an
Outward smile that drowns tears
Fortitude lifts a brush of
Emerald green-defines the bay.
Mindset focuses on the way
We climb the path to a destiny,
Our imperfect present
Passing by the ocean empty
We leave our hearts
Angel in the dust