Snow

Funnel 4
oil, cold wax, spray paint, on canvas
30" x 44"
in process

Waking up in the very silent darkness and scribbling furiously on the pad I keep beside my bed - strings of words, such important words - falling, storms, snow, snow snow, traces, floating, swimming, cycles, gravity, space... What?

Ok, I admit it, I have been reading Edmund Burke before going to sleep and soaking myself in all ideas sublime, terrifying and beautiful during the day. Perhaps I need to start watching tv again.