I think of the moon as our planet's twin,
perhaps our lost sibling, never apart and
never together. How long will we follow her?
How long has she been watching us?
I also think of this poem when I look at her
looking at me:
"...gaze at the moon ocean marking the face.
In some cases the moon is you. In any case,
the moon."
-fragment of a poem by Jack Kerouac
"Moon 2"
33.5 inches X 41.5 inches.
Graphite, Acrylic, Colored Pencil on paper.
2022