This cold weather has me thinking of the Big Island…long sunsets, beautiful forests, and glistening lava.
Whenever you look at an object, we observe the sum of its layers, its components. Though our eyes only register the surface, our minds understand that there is much more below. How far can we break down solid objects? What is the smallest increment we can perceive? Do you feel atoms?
I found this subject interesting to paint because there is a cosmos of activity under the surface of things that we can’t perceive. The above was inspired by images of pollen under an electron microscope. Its magnification revealed massive caverns and complex textures that I would not normally associate with the tiny spores that affect my allergies.
Sweeping leaves once lush
with summer splendor
over the billowing crush
of masses ’bout their chores.
The insatiable wind claims all… with frosty finger.
Those below notice not
by air steps are steered.
Onward they do trot
fuzzy on the distance cleared.
A driving wind holds the wheel… with frosty fingers.
One among the crowd
lifts a face rosy
above the heads bowed
by wind’s will weighty.
And welcomes the challenge slapped across his cheek… with frosty fingers.