Immersed in a moment; a full moon, slight breezes off the water, awed by sound, words not quite understood, a feeling.

Strong, dynamic mark making, quick, decisive brush strokes juxtaposed with softer suggestions of line, whispers of movement, furrows in the paint. Vivid reds jarring alongside acid yellow and mellow browns, glimpses of pink amongst the melee.

I am seen under this Blood Moon. I am here and it is enough.