Reflective . . .

Reflective
16 x 24”


How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?


Spanning a creek which eventually leads to the Mississippi River stands a civil war-era bridge which is not far from where I was born in rural Missouri. Exploring under the bridge gave view to a reflective duality coexisting among the ripples.


Perhaps people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives.