The mud edged its way toward the open sea. Sturdy walls melted into cracks between roots that playfully grew in twists and turns. A bird fondled the edge of hardened earth and slipped grass into holes created with its beak. Then flew away, searching for more. A lonesome spider marched across sliding sand and danced upon water dribbles that threatened to wash the soil with change and time. Yet the spider only thought of it as a dance. Sheltered footsteps filled with brown and silver slime and seeds floated to the top to find other galaxies other universes other stars other lifeforms other Gods other spirits other souls other playing fields other seas other soft safe shadows to burrow into, sprout and grow. It was only mud.
Only Mud is acrylic on masonite 24″×36″