The faint savage spectrum of air across the sky invading the
edge of unintelligible resonation of frequency as I peered into space without
regret and fathomed the further derived silence of wavelength function between
the pulse pulsation pause punctuation peak point paladin pattern place placated
while the sky drum emitted nothing
And in the sunlight of yesteryear we were dreaming clear
blue atmospheric mythos like pilgrims on our way to Granada while the singers inhaled in unison
and for an instant it all became unified concrete against the compounded
texture of vibration
Or was it just how the oboist pursed his lips against the
horn and dreamed of sounds yet unheard like this moment when the reed failed
and panic emerged across the stage and I laughed so hard as the camera zoomed
in and he remained unaware of the spotlight which is how reality leaves us so
often
and in the midnight
and in the midnight
as if in the sky we are becoming again
unified against the skin of forming
Watercolor,
pastel
18 x 24 inches | 45.7 x 61 cm | Cason 120 lb cold press
December 31, 2013
And the eagle is dreaming into the space between ochre and
blue mud earth while the ruby-throated hummingbird dives beyond the limitations
of atmospheric control or was it something you said right before I lost all connection
with desire and expectation while units of splashed pigment exploded against
the fabric of reality textual in spalted spray
Watercolor,
pastel
18 x 24 inches | 45.7 x 61 cm | Cason 120 lb cold press
December 31, 2013
shaking off the wonderment of fusion between heaven and
earth tribal and discrete immaculate as the parrot rises up airborne in midair
Phoenix rainbow splash frozen in stillness as if the very air stopped to ask
where the ladder of nobility was going at a horizontal slant and we looked up
at the clear sky searching for the slightest hint of assurance that all is well
while reality blended into a multi-hue of myriad radiance between the whiteness
of untouched beyond where nothing is more real than all that had been assumed
as real and the sky melted and undulated before the units of chromatic invasion
while we gathered around the possibility that for an instant we had become less
than the self-imposed captivity of association by guilt of the faint savage
spectrum of air across the sky invading the edge in an extended loop of
repetition over and over until it was enough for now again this time around
love and light
Watercolor,
pastel
18 x 24 inches | 45.7 x 61 cm | Cason 120 lb cold press
December 31, 2013
where love is enough
and love is enough
three times
“3 Sentries Later”
Pencil,
conté crayon, charcoal, pastel, oil pastel, watercolor and ink
12 x 9 inches | 30.5 x 22.9 cm | 50 lb acid free Canson
December 31, 2013
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