Swamps are my latest passion.
Look through the bayou
to see tendrils;
Hanging down,
Gnarly plants
Reaching up .
Knotted fingers grappling with your shoe lace.
Schlepping to find
Your foot is no longer attached to your shoe,
Which is Sl-oww-ily
Disappearing into the muck.
Swamps have purpose.
Nothing stops
Or stomps
The Process.
Bile regurgitated,
In . to . new .clean . water
Eventually.
Waves of heat.
Water in the air,
Creating golden mirages.
Ghosts of what once was.
Plants breathing, it in
Moving with deliberation
An agenda only the swamp knows.
Lauren McKinley Renzetti March 21, 2011
Golden Swamp , acrylic on stretched canvas 18 x 24, 2010 $450 |
Sunset Tree trunk Meets Land, acrylic on yupo paper, 22 x 28 2010 $100 |
Vast Sky Seen through Swamp Land , acrylic on yupo paper , 2010 $100 |
Night For-Rest , acrylic on stretched canvas , 24 x 36, 2010 $450 |
Window to a Swamp , acrylic on frosted mylar 23 x 36 . 2010 $250 |
Desert- or lack of a swamp , acrylic on bristol board 36 x 60 $180 |
Swamp Mural , acrylic on bristol board 36 x 60, Nov 2010 $400 |
Silver Swamp, acrylic on stretched canvas , 12 x 24, 2010 $175 |
Golden Swamp Vines , acrylic on stretched canvas 12 x 36, 2010 $250 |
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