J.T. CONDE

‘Lake’ 

With each stroke of his paddle, he stirred the very drink that always quenched his thirst. And the ripples in the water turned into waves, which carried him for days. The clouds passed on the glass-like surface, mountains reflecting, upside down…serving as fountains for him to dive into freely, as Gaia cleansed his spirit. The trees above never judged, as birds shared the sky with the plane passing by…one built by man, the other born to fly over the lake. All, part of the painting…