With hand-ground brick, I paint the stone. I silt charcoal and pigment into puddles and into the river’s current. The river transforms my painting, stretching the images and distorting the colors, mixing them with its own. The silt settles into a strata of densities or succumbs to the currents. The charcoal reflects the achingly blue sky, containing it in Lethe-like puddles to rest like forgotten dreams. New worlds, as those seen from satellites, begin; aquarelle in and on the river.
