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22x30 inches. Oil painting on cold-pressed, heavyweight, cotton rag with ribbed edge paper. Walking home ordains the wanderer’s no self, no you. The rain fell through October, shud dered on the front step; beckoning for shelter and creative sabbatical. A fleece vest and the same corduroy jacket that was my mother’s, and my mother’s father’s, a homecoming I seldom know, but when I do, I know it well. Trying to rush rites of passage is to bypass the curtailed– necessary for transfiguration, to defy ritual is to defy realization. A cursive tail of a comet, toppled over into the hem of an old pant leg carrying one memory into the next, following each other home. Show more