the moments between
smallest quiet reflections
the dark and the light
each day’s busyness
binds up what we know of life
to what we cannot.
behind the veil, seen,
we know shadows and some light
but only dimly.
the moments between
smallest quiet reflections
the dark and the light
each day’s busyness
binds up what we know of life
to what we cannot.
behind the veil, seen,
we know shadows and some light
but only dimly.
After a while all kinds of painting becomes just painting for youabstract or otherwise. Being anti–traditional is just as corny as being traditional.
