The Tempest

It is late here in the studio.
Dark and stormy.
Outside
and Inside
our country.

We are in the throes
Ross and I
of rebuilding my website.

My job
is to load all of the paintings
up on to the site.

Every
single
one.

This major review
is forcing me
to take a long
deep dive
into my past.

Both creatively
and historically.

I just came upon this painting
and paused.

Prescient
as in 2017
we were fully engaged
in the tempest.

Not knowing
where the storm
would throw our boat.

As the seas were building.

Tonight
there is a light
on the horizon.

But the monsters
have been unleashed.

Be safe dear ones.
And hold on tight.

These were the words
I chose for the original
Painter’s Notes…

“Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door !”

From Emma Lazarus…
The New Colossus…
on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty