Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Monday, December 26, 2011
Gene
Gene #67
11" x 14" Oil on Board
Circular Chair Series: Relationships
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