Review - Harding County - Cave Hills
acrylic on canvas
On the landscape grid south of the Cave Hills, with autumn daylight waning in a rosy west and the dark of night rising in the east, there’s a sense of the ancient, of a vast stretch of time. Laid, lifted, and now weathering layers of land flutter away like so much laundry on a line. Paint the weathering wind and waves riding over the land, paint the power to wash away the grid and our trifling cares. Find our consequence before insensate time, flutter away, lint blown from laundry.