There is a well somewhere in the hills, but it cannot be used to get water....
A valley through which all souls travel twice. A road littered by the things cast off by weary travelers going home. A place where some linger and others slip away to see what awaits beyond the path....
I am in the midst of a pair of paintings for Hylozoist, as well as near the end of one more. I should have finished one of them in August, and the other two have been languishing...
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I stood at the shore of a river that cut through the mountain like a knife, beneath a narrow sliver of sky so gray. The water, clear of color and intent, having stripped the dirt from the...
I don't remember if I explicitly said as much, but I planned from the outset to post one painting a week. For a while I was remarkably consistent about this, and with good reason: I...