60″ x 36″ acrylic on canvas


“I have hymns you haven’t head.

There is an upward soaring

in which I bend close.

You can barely distinguish me

from the things that kneel before me.


They are like sheep, they are grazing.

I am the shepherd on the brow of the hill.

When evening draws them home

I follow after, the dark bridge thudding,

and the vapor rising from their backs

hides my own homecoming.” -Ranier Maria Rilke