The house looked deserted and I crept around the side to photograph a late afternoon sun casting purple drips upon peeling paint. Then I heard a song from inside. The song was in a language I didn’t know, yet I could tell it was a love song. A melody I recognized, yet didn’t know by name. A tune that was part lullaby and part passion. Words of desire that cry to the wind. Then I noticed white sheets blowing from a top balcony. They danced to the song and sway in the light that now fell below treetops. I realized that what I thought was an abandoned house was full of live. I walk on. Farther down the block. Around the corner. Following the light. To the sea. To the edge of the seam of fabric of my illusion of existance. And I knew there was always more than I saw.
“Three Sheets in the Wind” is acrylic on Tyvek paper 24 in. X 36 in. by John Fish March 2011