The Artist in Residence

Even those who have never
attended an art class can know
when they are standing in the
shadow of a supremely original
genius, one whose landscapes
reflect the depth of yearning our
subconscious responds to in
memory of our primal past. The
formula may seem simple enough
yet its author must have at her
command powerful servants to
do her bidding to appear and
disappear at the most subtle of
signals to produce a panorama of
exquisitely refined beauty, one so
ephemeral the soul quivers in
vibration to the very elements
assembled in obedience to their
supreme creator. A forest following
a violent thunderstorm drenching
its spring canopy, the awakening
forest floor and the stream that
runs below the ravine, an arras
of vibrant green, veiled in a faint
grey mist with the morning sun
sending its bright warming rays
to dissipate the mist, a symphonic
revelation accompanied by birdsong.