Acrylics on board - 10 x 10 in.
Patterns and shapes, endlessly witnessed around me. Nature is a poem that begs to be translated, and to do so, I must let myself see beyond what is there. The sky is the limit. Just look at clouds and how varied they can be: wispy, ominous, puffy, frayed, dense, bright, translucent, massive, should I go on? Then it's just a matter of letting the hand do its work. I may not always be the one driving the bus, here.