Monk walks down path. Looks around, sees small flowers, tip toes around them. Storm comes. Monk takes shelter in dark cave, lights candle. Outside are all sorts of frightening creatures looking in cave. Falls asleep. In dream, he remembers small flowers in field. Sun comes up. Monk opens eyes to see daylilies blooming in Monk’s footsteps.
Today might not be your day,
but tomorrow might be.
Perhaps there is some sadness or a storm
in your day today. The joys of tomorrow are often born from the pain
we experience today.
From the series, The Way of Bird. 58" x 58", Latex on tarpaper mounted on wood. Framed on two panels that bolt together for easier shipping but hang from one wire for easier installation.