Shadows lie on beds of concrete moving with blue flow across sandpaper footsteps and fallen dreams. Shadows blend from across the orange sunbeam breeze to a vagrant’s collection in a stolen cart, to the gentle whisper of a lover leaning against a tree by the side, under a window, below the drift of the shadow’s purple blanket recreates a tree’s shape in branches of black on the side of shop windows and brick facades. Shadows lie, move and collect in rivers of reminders that everything changes. Constantly.
Acrylic on paper 24″×36″ by John Fish Feb. 2011