Without a compass, without a plan.
Knowing, not knowing.
This afternoon the stretch of river I traverse is sparkling with sunlight, warm on the surface. I float on my back, face to the sky, no eye to the horizon, no map in hand.
I tear bits of newsprint, glue them to my work in progress. I tear tissue paper, glue pieces in place. I scribble and outline with colored ink pens, scratch out some wordless words.
And that is where I am.
|buoyancy 3, 11/4/15|
work in progress
9x12", mixed media on canvas paper