The sea had opinions. Strong ones. The sky was making its feelings known.
The flamingo swim ring had no comment.
No ambition, no dread, no yesterday, no tomorrow — only the present wave, the present light, the present sea.
Philosophers have wrestled with this.
Camus circled it.
Sartre lost sleep over it.
The flamingo ring was already there, bobbing.
We call it absurd.
The flamingo ring calls it Tuesday.
Oil on marine ply. 32 × 19.2 cm.
The sea had opinions. Strong ones. The sky was making its feelings known.
The flamingo swim ring had no comment.
No ambition, no dread, no yesterday, no tomorrow — only the present wave, the present light, the present sea.
Philosophers have wrestled with this.
Camus circled it.
Sartre lost sleep over it.
The flamingo ring was already there, bobbing.
We call it absurd.
The flamingo ring calls it Tuesday.
Oil on marine ply. 32 × 19.2 cm.