From the lip
of the forest green leaf
I drip
into the infinity of falling
Tumbling down the bright air
to capture a millions suns
in the dazzling rapture of a splash
And all the tiny beads of my becoming
like oceans
in the acres of time
Until evaporation
as vague as night
gathers the dreaming clouds
One day
perhaps a thousand days away
I will collect myself
Into the brief holiness of rain
(Chris Weallans)

Subject 2 × 2 cm, Aquarell
Paper 300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions 20 × 20 cm

120 €
25 €
1 of 10 prints in original size on Hahnemühle PhotoRag® 308 gsm