the sun barely seen–
grey on grey glowing—we rise,
our feet look for gravity–
unattached, we need mending,
we need anchorage–
a quiet cove, tree walls and
a ceiling of stars–
unshadowed, we are remade–
molecules falling apart
This is for Sue Vincent’s photo challenge this week, above. I promised Nina I would try to post something.
Death is a complex space, like the spirits it contains. May their journeys always be filled with the infinite light of stars.
Wishing everyone the happiest of holidays. I’ll be back for real in January.
Another house from out my window upstairs. This looks like I’m looking down on it which I was. It wasn’t intentional. I just painted what I saw.
I saw a bunch of chairs thrown out on the curb. They looked interesting so I snapped a shot.
Little sketch I did- actually after I painted the chairs on Arches paper.
And a random landscape (for Kerfe) done mostly with a wide flat brush.
Have a good week!