Monday, February 18, 2008

The salmon fishing season was done and everything is timed and under inspection so nothing illegal or unfair takes place. I took sanctuary under a willow with its flourishing branches and pendulum leaves as the deluge of rain swept by my feverish paintings of that scene. Both paintings emerging from nothingness into a visual clarity of colour and meaning. Somewhat like that of an old silver nitrate plate with the ghostly image of that subject materializing to be frozen for all eternity.

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