The Color of Time

  A painter stands before a canvas in a studio warmed by a dying fire. Shifts one foot to the other under an old denim apron and a panoply of colorful mistakes, sensing more than seeing that something's not right. Not wrong—just not quite right. Dabbed and daubed, speared and smeared, the dancing figures shift … Continue reading The Color of Time

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Model of Life

It’s midnight...or something like it. A breeze whistles up and around the balcony high above laser streaks of headlights all herding through intersections. Stop and go, ushered anonymously past stop lights and sidewalks; a crawling luminescence. If you stood here long enough and squinted, you could probably figure out the algorithms...or at least the timing. From this height, angry horns … Continue reading Model of Life