by Bill Eberle
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Ball
diamonds and shadowssoft amber washesspread in layersof no substanceacross snow
ethereal existencedistant agentinvisibleexcept aspainterly effectsflickering through my consciousnessas I move past and alwaysdeeper and deeperinto its art
push glide push glideNorth
then Westthrough the woods
shadows softeningdisappearing pricks of lightall around
original artistteaching complexmechanical tradecolor and lighta billion degreesof differencebetweenbrillianceand none
between pure lightand darknessand always the meaningof contrast and shade
the linesnot a single realitybut a thousand
the backgroundendlessmuteddetail
precision of broad brushand thin
economy of timeand change
captured
thengone
revered sageso near it’s a ball
dangerousto look atdirectly
and
teachingalwaysteaching