|"Miles to go before I sleep," 11 x 14 300 lb. d'Arches cold press paper|
In the midst of pandemic, and political and civil crisis, I somehow think of the line in Robert Frosts poem, "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening."
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,Our woods are not particularly lovely at the present,
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
More dark and deep.
And promises are indistinct,
And there are miles to go before I sleep.
This watercolor captures my mood.
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