 |
|
© 1990 30" x 40" |
The Song of the sea,
the song of the days end,
at that majic moment when the atmosphere
begins to soften,
the last fading rays of the sun turn from the
palest yellows to the deep oranges
into the mystical purple of
evening.
In this paradise, all is in balance.
The shape of the hands
of the singer,
follow the shape of the instrument,
the curves similar
to the waves gently lapping at the shore.
The flora curves in the
same pattern,
the roundness finding symetry with her body's fullness.
The day is complete and has ended quietly.
 |
 |