Melting Grounds
February
At an earlier time, the beginning of February indicated the first day of Spring. Daffodils spout either way, while I contemplate what more there is, was, had been, or could be.
From Ballyvaughan to Berlin. I think of time and I think of ways to stay steady with these lakes always in transition. I wonder how I could possibly consider my own perception of surrounding conditions, especially with a constant confluence of contradictions.
Melting Grounds, 2019
32” x 45”
Mixed Media on Canvas
