Wherever you are is called here

I've begun a new Non-ordinary Reality painting for the upcoming Seattle City Hall exhibit: The Incredible Intensity of Just Being Human. I had hoped to complete more than one new painting for the exhibit, but the curatorial work of creating a multitude of events inside one exhibit is all-consuming. Since much of my work is social art, creating an event like this as a work of art in and of itself fits right into my oeuvre. I've been appropriating my audience for much longer than a decade already, this curatorial excoursion takes that to the next level.

The poem this title comes from is:

Lost

by David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

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