From drizzle to drowning. From dawn to middle of the night dreams that wake me up with a “pow.” That’s it. The answer. Then in the morning the drift falls from a darkened hollow into swirls of vapor and across a seaweed forest. My pencil scrapes. My brush strokes. Awaken. Awake to dream again. A struggle to find an answer that is forgotten in the effort to do do do what I think I must must must and drive myself crazy trying to escape. To sleep on my feet in a daydream of forest palms towering over and pools of languid, blue, mirrors instead of piles of dirty laundry. Or maybe it is all really the same.
The answer laying in the soft white shift of a sheet from a drier in sunlight and waving at the light’s own laughter at the sun.
acrylic on fabric. about 4 ft x 7 ft not stretched. Order high quality cards and prints of this artwork on this Website in a variety of sizes and styles. For information on original or use of image please contact John Fish