The fourth year is a dead, dry sea of shifting sands. Each week is a new staggering climb to crest a new mountain of sand, to be greeted again by another vicious valley and one more dead, dry sea of shifting sands.
Tag: sun
In this painting…
In this painting, lines of truth emanate. Light bursts forth, shattering a rigid picture, reaching beyond grasp, in bold strokes, defying a frame. In its edged background, darkness seeps through. Something corrosive. Staining. But wherever the light reaches, there is darkness dispelled. In its fierce foreground, a radiant star-burst flares forth from the form of…
In this picture…
In this picture is a bale of hay. Another, smaller, lies to its right, some ways away. Dead grasses lie before it. The brown specks of Autumn lie behind. The waning sun shines upon it all and grants the place life and being…