18x18 inches. Mixed media oil painting on canvas. 3-month and 5-month payment plans available - inquire via email. Where do you go, when you want to know? I trek upstream, wind frets, whistling below A sheet of opal blues billow in silk across the sky, Time wrinkles and loops, spotted on the head of a die hills sprinkle lavender and sap, shadows afloat. A staircase of vines crystallise and glow As silence surmounts, envelopes, flows. To know and be known in the clearing of a cry— Where do you go? Shivering I whisper, a mouth of flowers grown As incantations slink and feverishly slow petals, finding their rest on the lash of an eye. Instructions for freedom– where do they lie? At the summit there is depth, motion contends in a still hum that knows When one wants and asks, this is where they go.
