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.