Fire Ring, ©2013. Ink on paper.
Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.
Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus
of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into
one stream, forgets the past and rolls on.
The sea-mist green of the bowl’s bottom is a dark throat of sky crossed by
quarreling forks of umber and ochre and yellow changing faces.