After he and I walk up the back walk to the farmhouse kinda rocking and swaying with our nearly grown tribe, his worn hand warms mine, and we linger a bit to watch the blue
edges of the sky
bleeding into a twilight gold, and for a holy moment the world
softens and there is time to look and see.
The division was
softened by the blurred
edges caused by the uneven rates of absorption of oil and solvent, and the compositions often developed over several days, even months, with the artist adding further layers or letting the pigments
bleed out gradually.