In
this
painting
“Moccasins”
an example
of sublime
detail, revealed
here through individual
grains of
sand. The
artist writes:
Detail
in any
giving work
must breathe
to obtain its own soul. It must have its own surrounding
spatial environment no matter how intense or small, much like the proton, neutron
and electrons, of their spatial environment of an atom, in order for it to exist.
Dry
burning moccasins
do I feel beneath my feet,
With a wind
of rushing sand
and eyes that cannot see.
Sunbeams
stand tall beside
me like bright organ pipes of
gold, only
to
play
upon its music sheet
of sandy sea.
Dry
burning moccasins
do I leave behind,
with notes of dry winds and sunbeam's
play across the desert floor...
'
Til I am no more.
