Friday, March 4, 2016

Three False Moons

Three False Moons
22" x 30"
Pastel on paper



One night last summer I hopped on my bike to explore downtown Cincinnati, and I saw this tree--planted next to a streetlight in the middle of a vast parking lot. The streetlight made a faint, continuous buzzing sound, but otherwise the city was quiet. There was something almost theatrical about the tree, something surreal, like it was a prop on a stage set. It brought to mind lines from the Charles Simic poem, The White Room:  "...Each tree on my street had its own Scheherazade. My nights were a part of their wild storytelling."


Study for Three False Moons


Studio View



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