I’ve lived in Pennsylvania now for more than half my life.
As far as I can tell, the only flaw in its natural beauty is you can’t find the edge of the world.
That doesn’t stop me from looking.
I go walking in meadows and imagine an earth ocean, with tides of wildflowers going in and out with the seasons. Crows dip down into waves of golden grass like gulls in search of a snack.
I stand in my worn out sneakers, squinting past the trees that are slowly losing their green trying to see the edge of the world…and wonder where am I going?
Anyways, that is what I was thinking this week as I started work on this new painting with the final rays of summer streaming in my studio window.
And that maybe I should get a perm.