This same stillness is oppressive to my newly graduated son, recently returned home from university with his life put on pause just at the moment his momentum was mounting. His feet ache to race forward, even as mine are stubbornly dragging. Sometimes our feet all stop their nonsense and meet in the kitchen for conversation and coffee.
The planets we strained to reach
That was how being young tasted...
I am no longer young except to those who are older
In the way that youth moves along
The conveyor belt
At a consistent distance
- Alicia Jo Rabins, Fruit Geode
About the painting: beginning with a greyscale composition, then adding thick layers of acrylic paint directly onto the board and blending with an extra large brush. Spray bottle and water. Then more paint and a fluffy dry-brushing. This one nearly painted itself - the paint knew just where it wanted to go.