Meander II, Acrylic/Canvas, 24x36”, 2009

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Meanders are as traces of thought, of proto languages written on the fragmented tiles of our cultural memory banks. Counterfeit maybe, but they serve to focus mystery and tie past and East to West and now. What is it that orders and then dissolves, breaks and scatters the fallen leaves of our lives?

Meanders are as roads as labyrinths as traces of hot fingers on frozen  panes of glass. They may melt when the sun comes.  They may burn later.

Meanders are as polar bears drifting on fractured ice flow fragments in 2010.

Meanders are as memoirs in these later years.