Acrylic on canvas
90 x 60cm
A protecting oak grove above and beyond which hangs the pure blue and featureless canopy of the summer sky. The oaks are tall above the valley of a dry river, an un-flowing bed of brown fallen leaves. After years of visits and study, after an exceptionally heavy rain, the river did flow! Brown as the leaves it carried it danced. And I stood in a place where motion had long been exiled beneath a mosaic of leaves and marvelled again at a new river.