I hope you are safe and dry. I spent the afternoon in my studio trying to stay simple while feeling the need to put words down along with paint. The Muse arrived, no doubt by boat. The sirens have been real and each time I’ve said a prayer for those who needed to call for rescue.
acrylic, Sumi ink, photo and screen collage on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
(photo art borrowed from Bob Cornelis)
There really is no escape, when you’re fed up with the weather, politics, your health, or yourself. You can try to sneak away, but then there’s the hook that snatches you back. The invisible link that handcuffs you to your life. Sets you back into another revolution of same-old-ness.
But it’s storming now, the pineapple express has pulled into our station, and the sirens scream out “floods!” You’re washing away downstream to somewhere new. Not where you thought you’d be, but somewhere new. And it’s OK. Maybe you’ll get it right this time.