oil 6" x 8"
"For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.
As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.
Into unfathomable life."
No matter what sort of subject, it seems I am drawn to try for a feeling that the place has been witnessed, even altered, by those no longer present. The only way to avoid a weakness of sentimentality is to abandon imitation of place and fully commit to the shape, space, color which in turn, if one is fortunate, gives a sense of light falling across surface at a particular time of day. In a kind of quiet solitude one must plunge into unfathomable life.