SLEEP

More shots from the hip. 

Stream of consciousness.  

Textured confessions.

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Water Colors

Here are some water color field studies I have been working on lately. My plan is to keep on with these until the snow flies again. The objective I am exploring is -  
- How light and color, work to define form. 
I started this run at the beginning of April, that delicious time of year before any growth has been initiated, and the strains of the weight are still worn by the world -

when everything 

is tight rust skin 

barbed with broken

black still sleeping

spokes of light 

and a little more

all the time -

A Thousand Words

Well you know -
- a picture says 'a thousand words'  - so . . . . .

WATCHED

' - OH , how I ride here -

the empty canyons as

wide as death -

- OH , know that I come -

all hungers hasten me -

-  OH , see this mask - 
amongst all things -

with dawn -
with dusk -
I draw ever closer ; 
 

Yon weapons are nothing,

compared to this heart . . . '

TORN APART

In some future time. In some future place - Marl Parson, one of the last handful of survivors of the 'Deep Wars' - also known as the ' North Atlantic Undersea Deep Trench Aggression of 22 - 29 ', sits and reflects. Silently remembering the hideousness - the reeling slideshow of oblivion, the inexplicable and overwhelming terror of that horrible deep, green - black war.  

Remembering . . . . . 

The cold vault of dark pressure  . . . .  

where you're never sure . . .