“Meanwhile the World goes on” 24×24, oil on canvasBuy Now

This one has been dancing around in my head for a while now. Most of my abstracts play around with horizontal lines I like to think of as water or land meeting sky. I like to show and then blur the distinction between the two. But I’ve been thinking about circles a lot lately and wondering how to use them more in some of my work.

A lot of things feel like they’ve come full circle lately. Nothing feels particularly or definitively linear.

The circle, for me, for now, suggests a state of just being. Not a clear start with an intentional end (as I am prone to think about the world), but all of it contained and yet somehow still not.

Below is one of my favorite poems. There are moments when it resonates with me strongly. It’s one of those moments.


Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting  
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.