Sometimes things happen
very fast, in the blink of an eye, and change our lives. Other
changes, equally profound, take longer and are barely perceptible
as they are occuring. We only notice them, with a shock, after
years have passed.
This is my third and final version of "Fading." I had
to go back to oil on canvas for this one. Watch the negative
as well as the positive spaces. Think Escher. All things are
defined by their opposites.
Music performed on the piano
by Robert Boury,
from his new composition, Invisible Cities. I found this
poem by Bob, which could almost have been written for this motion
The clouds at sunset stand on
Secret Alphabets in the air
That speak a word, a line -- a Psalm,
Hebrew words without a sound.
The trees they stand in three
Birch or Ash -- we can't be sure.
And into night the moon appears.
Our path retreats in rearview mirrors,
For every sunset glows and dies.
The road continues, stars arise
Like ancient writing in the skies.