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If I raise my hand into the night sky
will that begin a series of ripples
into the next morning? If I remove
a shell from its sand will that shake
the roofs of unseen entities below?
I see my paintings as records of
how my body moves across the land.
Vertical margins post the transition
between gallery wall and distant horizon,
creating a corridor to unlimited expanse.
Glazes of color infuse the canvas with
light from the landscape. Shapes and lines:
are they diagramming roads? fences?
a walk or a stream?
Emerson’s question echoes:
Where do we find ourselves?
C. Herron
2006
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