Title: Bittersweet Arcady Medium: Conté à Paris on paper Width: 12" Height: 16' Depth: 0 Year Created: 2023

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“A frog. Frog was rather fraught. What terra cotta frog would not? Put into a kiln so hot. What he got, was a garden plot, to look after, that was his lot. 
And he did it without much complaining. 
Those eyes were somewhat wise, to the cat that slinked by, looking for a meal. What it needed was a shaming. Or a darn good spanking. Maybe he’ll fall off the windowsill. The frog knew better. The zipper on his mouth was at home like a pouch, for the lessons, he knew? That time was a trivial thing, and memories that went to fading, something else there grew; and the ripples went on unchanging. So he rested. That was a gift from his father, who knew his worries. They bore out of struggle, so he could understand a greater love, if he wanted. Accept all of that nothing. Better still, to see it all for what it was. And then he was happy; until he forgot again. He was in an arcady, and now, has he been shot? No, you’re here, you’re fine. You’re in the garden. Just start over again, and don’t be in such a hurry. You’ve got important things to do, after all. And he went walkin into the woods or some mountains somewhere, without a care. Flying, swift as eagles. Why, his head was in the flowers or the heavens. And no one could discourage him away from it. Until he’s called back home to arcady.”