hung on the rim of the sky iii, 48x48" oil on canvas, framed

48x48" oil on canvas, framed in clear maple floater frame with black interior.  Original Painting 2024.
 
Titled from this stanza of Mark Doty's poem Fog Suiite
2.
What I love about language
is what I love about fog:
what comes between us and things
grants them their shine. Take,
for instance, the estuary,
raised to a higher power
by airy sun-struck voile:
gunmetal cove and glittered bar
hung on the rim of the sky
like palaces in Tibet—
white buildings unreachable, dreamed and held
at just that perfect distance:
the world’s lustered by the veil.