10"x10"1.5" acrylic and mixed media by Lori DiPasquale
Eventually,all things merge into oneand a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world’sgreat flood and runs over rocksfrom the basement of time.On some of the rocks are timeless raindropsunder the rocks are the wordsand some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.
(A River Runs Through It - Norman Maclean)