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poetry, sliver oil painting, landscape metaphor


The very long thin format of this and other paintings is compositionally challenging. I’m painting a sliver of form, space or time and like the long tube arctic ice samples slivers tell a deep, ancient story. Also, I am influenced by ancient Chinese landscapes. This painting was inspired by Lewis’s poem, “White Oak.” “I grow forever in one place, yet stir abroad, Flinging my small hard leaves upon the air, Forever stirring in the air yet not Forsaking this one spot…. An image of Him in my constancy, An eldest child of God, the white oak tree.”