Indulgences that do not belong.

Oh my gawsh....natures first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold... .....
When dawn sinks down to day, nothing gold can stay.....the outsiders? I think....

It's electric, like before a summer storm, the green that takes the thorn. .

And of love, and of humanity.. . It is pain and harsh reminder when the thorn pricks again...

As always, your artwork behind, your title, on point and crucial

"....natures first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold... .....
When dawn sinks down to day, nothing gold can stay.....the outsiders? I think....

It's electric, like before a summer storm, the green that takes the thorn. .

And of love, and of humanity.. . It is pain and harsh reminder when the thorn pricks again..."

That is so stunning, my god. the gold yes absolutely omg.

Thank you so much againx

It is a rare talent you possess. You bring spirit to the raw, naked, savage and divine fore in the details of this, the starkness of it's vivid sweep of the various senses. Color, touch, taste, all presented with elegant economy.

Thank you so much Daniel. again, sorry for not replying to everything  but your words are so encouraging.

I hope you are doing well.

Thanks again.

Simply love how the face emerges from deer mist and the eyes could be closed or open wide.

"Proustian morning" is stunning image. 'Remembrance of Things Past' captures in 7 volumes what poetry can capture in fleeting lines. This trail of your visual poems is a delightful journey. Rob

YES,lol.  I am glad you caught that, I am reading Proust for the first time, or attempting to read. I am about quarter of the way through Swanns Way and the character has'nt finished waking up yet. apparently he wont get out of bed for another 20 pages. a very relatable kind of morning.

Thanks Rob so much and it is real fun and encouraging to see Uma and yourself running alongside us all.