Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 20″ x 16″
A funny thing about life, that you don’t really ever consider the miracle of your birth until you’ve truly reckoned with the reality of your impending death. Standing here, two feet planted firmly on the path to the cemetery (let the reader understand), this is the first time I ever laid my eyes upon the moment of conception (again, let the ready understand). When confronted with metaphor of this proportion there is no need of a horizon line, that usual separator of the known and unknown is no longer relevant when faced with this stark reality. There is nothing really to do now but just stand here and look back at your life and face the rushing wind as it hollows out the spaces in your soul that turned to stone while you were busy dreaming of the points in between the Grave and the Cradle.