(acrylic on canvas) Colors bloom from separate spectrums and transform reason into vision — the coming into being of weight, length, volume, shadow on a blank stretch of fabric that was once the nothing of an egg-shell wall. Time swims the slow, delicate and strong strokes, the subtle brushes which build the tincture of texture. You levelContinue reading “Pears”

Officially a Quarter of a Century

I love my birthday’s Poem-of-the-Day and would like to share: The Descent of Man by Vijay Seshadri My failure to evolve has been causing me a lot of grief lately. I can’t walk on my knuckles through the acres of shattered glass in the streets. I get lost in the arcades. My feet stink at theContinue reading “Officially a Quarter of a Century”