8″ x 8″
Another painting for the end of summer, along with a few uplifting lines by Ezra Pound. As I type, my daughter is playing in an inflatable crab-shaped pool in the yard. These summers go by one after another, it is as if life is already in an old photo album.
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass