artist statement :
Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud. From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, Reading where I have written, “The spring is like a belle undressing”. The gold tree is blue; The singer has pulled his cloak over his head. Wallace Stevens (1875-1955): Collected Poems (Harmonium 1923)
http://www.dragicacarlin.com/