one morning where the rivers meet
11" x 14" / acrylic on canvas
One morning where the Rivers meet
where time and place hang suspended. Down the road from where my life is lived before reaching the abandoned building of what once was. Along a path worn of feet, broken glass, discarded moments. The view and what is faced relates to the direction we move in or out. One morning where the Rivers meet the Waters reflect what has and has not been tended. Down the road from where my life is lived standing still in time and embracing this place, this pause. Along a path of cracked concrete, wild grass, postponements. Careful or careless made plans lie unlaced discarded skins abandoned plans. |