Portraits recalled from a forgotten passage
Small works on Maple-veneer/gouache/oil pastel/encaustic resist/ 2023
You asked me where poetry came from and I answered,“Our Souls.”
Then, I remembered the Star from where we last parted and agreed to return, when our angelic journey was finished. Without saying anything more, there was no sadness. So much we understood without words.
The Blue Pajamas or Remembrance of things past....