• Image of Light Shadows
  • Image of Light Shadows

Details:
ORIGINAL PAINTING
acrylic / graphite on wood panel
38" x 42" // includes hardwood floating frame

* PAINTING will include a 42" mounted & framed poem from above will be included in the sale of this painting so they can hang side by side at the same height.
* PAINTING will also include a 24" x 32" artist's limited edition of "Cielo-Cielo" with this painting sale.
* Local Los Angeles pick up available. Contact separately for shipping.

Collaborative poem by Evan Schiller:

I wrote a eulogy
For future me
Here’s the epitaph
I am this
Yet I am that
For all things overlap
Everything’s recycled
Nothing really goes to waste
Even thoughts that go unspoken
Are tucked away for rainy days
And silence is the stage
On which the muses play their tune
For silence gives our thoughts their form
Like shadow sculpts the moon
In silence there lies music
Tones aren't solely where there’s sound
Like how starlight can’t quite pierce the sky
Till nighttime rolls around
And when we die
The light goes out
But the energy still drones
If the Big Bang taught us anything
It’s that even nothing grows
It’s why the trees all breathe relief
Whenever spring is in the air
For the trees are all re-leaved
After winter leaves them bare
They long for songs of summer
Knowing going comes around
And when they fall alone
They don’t cry
So no one hears a sound
And so it goes
The life-force flows
The phoenix comes to roost
The serpent swallows up its tail
And the cycle starts anew
The long-lost train of thought
Goes gliding on along its rails
Jumping in between the boxcars
Of perspective
Each a veil
Time will never flatline
Change will never cease
And being will not see an end
So long as there's belief
The universal heart will beat
Breathing the old mantra
Repeated by the sages
Revered by Dalai Lamas
That says
I am this
Yet I am that
For all things overlap
Everything’s recycled
Nothing really goes to waste
Even thoughts that go unspoken
Are tucked away for rainy days
And silence is the stage
On which the muses play their tune
For silence
Is the wellspring
From which all of life
Has bloomed

Written by Evan Schiller