Incremental changes happen all the time every where. Beneath a flood canal I see the girders of a house straddling the ditch. What if a pully imperceptibly shifted the house and one day, the surprise of a new view?
acrylic and pastel on canvas
36" x 36"
There is a flood control canal in our town and many house straddle the “ditch” as it is called. From below one sees the underpinnings of the houses. I imagine them inched along by a pulley, ever so slowly, almost imperceptible. Then one day a new view. When did this all happen?