Floating World

Floating World
Floating World

I wrote the poem below several weeks after David’s passing, as I sat in our living room, absorbed in one of his cloud paintings, “Floating World,” remembering how he came to create this series.  In the weeks before he died, a friend asked him how he created the images and he said they were “behind the eyes.”  Another time he said to me “the layers are rising” and I’ve incorporated those words into this reflection on his life and creativity:


Cloud paintings, 

incandescent color on the canvas

transluscent, opaque 

inexpressible forms emerging, receding

the images behind the eyes

the layers rising

form and formlesss

meeting, floating. 

Marga Ret