Yes, this one has grown, actually four times as big as age was then. And I like this one, violet, grey, and green. It seems almost as if I'm seeing someone, no maybe two people sitting on the other side of a fire.
Though that is too simple -and desecrates the beauty of the curved lines. This is wholly one thing, a one thing we all see so often but never quite recognize. We see it as we sit by a fire, or when we garden outside, or when we nap and then wake just as it's getting dark. We see it in the covers on a bed, on the rug on the floor, in the pages of a magazine briefly glimpsed...and most often in our strange and weak visual memory, deep within the depths of those far memories, they get fuzzier as we stare, and then become tinged with something, what for a better name we call sadness, ennui, not ever quite graspable, a thing slipping past recognition...
watercolor rives bfk 22x30
No comments:
Post a Comment