Drifting Memories, oil on hardboard, 6″x6″
There are days when I sit and watch the clouds as they roll in one after the other. They crowd each other as if the sky isn’t large enough for them to co exist…. as if they are continually looking for more space in which to breathe, to expand. They remain, hovering overhead in shades of grey … They struggle to move on … As if finding another piece of the sky in which to settle is an impossibility. The darkness stretches on forever and the waiting begins for just the smallest sliver of light but when it comes, oh when it comes, it floods the landscape with a radiance that has you holding your breath from the beauty of it. The wait is what inspires us even if it’s only in small fleeting glimpses …