Green Rock, in acrylic (37” x 22.5”) AV Rotor, 2013
What good is rock if it loses the essence
on which life rises, so with dreams;
nurtures the living from birth to death,
builds rills, rivulets and streams?
What greater strength than to yield
to the lowly moss and lanky vine,
to tall trees that live for a hundred years,
once upon a rock now a shrine?
What greater gift than boys climbing
a rock face, in pure adventure
to conquer the world, real or fantasy,
and unveil the secrets of nature?
What greater drama than in the world
of young Darwin’s and Jules Verne’s time,
when imagination and reason are but one
to make a rock become sublime?