The late afternoons in Arcadia are never ending,
where time comes to a standstill. The waves move
but the pattern has no end, and the mind seizes
on nothingness and holds it. The colors evoke a
sense of all-enveloping warmth that reinforces
the idea of finding the magic moment within.
The time will come to step away from the picture,
but it becomes embedded in the mind’s eye. With a
moment of stillness it will return, and the peace
will return. The sadness is knowing that Arcadia
is a place to visit, and that happiness by it’s
nature requires a contrast to give it value.
That’s why we can’t stay there.
- Robert Wallis