PAINTINGS

 

Long gliding on

White light reflections.

I turn my eye to

See

Really

See

It’s a given that I will crumple this vantage

From within

my own bias.

Momentarily,

I court perspective.

Finding infinity in paint.

No longer contained,

All waves disperse.

I am

Energy.

MEGAN SEAWRIGHT

TRACES

TRANSFORMATION

ENFOLDING

SURFACE TENSION