oil on gypsum board
48" x 72"
A short, fictional story I wrote in response to the above painting.
Remembering the rooms. It was evening. The sky was glowing. She placed all the items in one place, but could not find them. The scent was heavy and the atmosphere was silent. Soon she would have to go. Leaving empty handed was not an option. She retraced her steps physically and mentally. She investigated all options, two-dimensional as well as three-dimensional. All the memories blended together. Everything was soft. The scent of night stronger. It would not be long until night blanketed her endeavor.