(oil and acrylic on canvas 30”x40”)
Such places whenever we recall them resound with beauty however anguished we were surviving in them. Veined and wrinkled skies, membranous suns filled with love inspire certain feelings which perhaps can only be resolved – still illicitly – in paint.
Held in each other’s arms I want us to explore the miracle of her being as though her womb were a vast cave tenderized with sea fruits and the soothing slime of wondrous creatures whose parts graze our bruises with honeyed kisses that suck us all the way in. As I fall asleep she is the fluid-lucent well my smile slips in to settle in your arms, in her depths.