Julie Rafalski

Residency - 12

A picture of a garden on a hot summer day many years ago.

Underpainting that place long gone is the air here and the spruces and grey floors, the quiet grey fields in the snow.
That which is invisible in the daisies are the fields of snow,
in the smell of the linden trees, the smokey air
in the train horn, the silence
in the pollen, the snowflakes
in the grass, the forest.

This picture, this particular combination, this unrepeatable mixture of things
is in a frame that’s constantly being constructed.