Intimate Interiors
Innocent. I was silent then. I just observed it all. The beliefs that echo in me now are the words learned and situation surmised. Things seemed so deceivingly simple and immediate then. Now I look back and realize I knew more in my sense of wonderment than I do now. Everything was fluid and without definition. These days I stand on the edge of life peering in, keeping my balance so I don’t get totally consumed. 64” x 32” Acrylic and oil on canvas 2011
