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Saint Paul, 16 June 2010

The shape of things has always given me the most intense satisfaction -- geese in a storm,
a landfall after a long period at sea, horses in a fence corner, the eroded bank of a stream
winding through a pasture.
~Francis Lee Jaques

Darkness between
the uncommitted spaces
of a composition is
nature's foil

Whitespace is
an artery of empathy

Gestural strokes are
the blindside of tranquility

Scratchboard prints
your favored medium
Breathed balance
into solemn shapes

Your rapport with nothingness
ascends to the atmosphere
like oxygen carried by wings
of hydrogen