I painted this picture last Saturday. I didn't appreciate it until I asked "What's she looking at?" I realized she was seeing the end of the world. It got me thinking about how the world ends for people.
Then, two days ago I found out about the horrible incident in Las Vegas.
Today I went for a walk. The sun is shining, the trees are starting to show their fall colors and children are having gym class on the grass.
I can't wrap my mind around Life. My mind is too small.
The Cosmic Kiss 10-3-17
The world ended today.
It ended the day before yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.
It ended every day since it began.
It ended with explosions and fires,
hurricane winds and rising waters,
with splitting earth and buildings crashing down.
It ended with a horrific burst of gunfire and blood and screams
of bewilderment and confusion.
It ended with illness and tears
and sometimes it ended with the peace in the silence
after each very last breath.
Once, it ended when the dream-spell broke open into jagged pieces that dissolved into the air.
Then what had been seen became invisible,
and what had been invisible was all that could be seen,
and the end became the beginning again.
Painting in Portland, Oregon, and writing about it here...