"Waterfall"
Oil stain on wood
20" x 16"
Repeated pattern seen in early Navajo blankets or in the mandala like
drawings of Emma Kunz or even heard in recited mantras evokes something
infinite. So do waterfalls or resilient small houses seen on high hills,
engulfed in something grand and unknown.
Living along the McKenzie river (like living through another year of the pandemic)
I am reminded that after each fire comes the clean-up. Then come the log trucks.
So many tree trunks seen stacked on so many tree trunks. Everything at its essence
is in a process of becoming. We are forever searching in the dark forested night
for an intersection of what is recognizable and yet still unnamable.