Nehushtan

Acrylic on canvas, 16x20 inches.

A new piece (about 2 days work)

Chopin's nocturne in F#Major (op.15) always reminded me of a particular light pole outside of my window (when I lived in the city) - or perhaps it was the other way around...
At any rate, that has nothing to do with this piece, which came upon me suddenly... dank, green summer, filthy trees, filthy rain...

Many ideas lately, and little time.
Time... being and becoming.
If Augustine threw up his hands in utter incomprehension, what are we to do?

Lime-aid may be the cure - all

Thanks for looking