Lily Briscoe's Tree

For the deepest time it becomes provisional.  Perhaps the solitary black tent suspended in the sepia ground is a meeting place in this complex matter (itself another porous element). A meeting place for the most intimate and the most mundane, the known and the unknown, the pewter sky and the soul.  Here is a place of undiluted painting, sheer potentiality

Still the shadow of Lily Briscoe’s tree angles across the canvas.