Dance of atoms

‘Sometimes it’s like walking around yourself
Take a step out towards space
Leaving the known and the learned
Dropping off the baggage of the past
To take a step and then another
And as you go you get a little lighter
In spirit and being
Until in fact it’s a dance of atoms
In space and time
And no known you ever was of could have been’

RW

These are collages of antique textile, pigment, paint and ink where I make the canvas to paint on. Each one is different and unique and an interpretation of the text.

I call them Painting with Words.