Coffee With Clark: False hopes, watercolor


22 by 10 watercolor, 300 pound d'Arches paper

These were on the northern horizon about noon...but they didn't get here.

Meditation

Just out the window, black silhouettes of trees remind me of those halcyon days with you, when we climbed out of the cellar toward enlightenment. Now, at a glance, the wild birds swing into view, obscuring the real world of young men dying to get home, and the snow that falls on our brains stays solid - never melting into springtime. On the ferry, we sit and compare notes as to whom in life has suffered the most; men, women, boys, or girls? Suddenly, in a revelation, you say it is the Buddha over on Main, who sits on his plywood altar, surrounded by plastic flowers, subjected to all the passersby, who have never had a Zen thought of their own… --K. Lawson Gilbert

Coffee With Clark

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Saturday, August 6, 2011

False hopes, watercolor

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