Full Moon in a Chicken Barn

1989, Oil on Canvas, Size: 31 x 39

After a raucous festivity, I once woke up in the middle of the night only to find myself in the chicken barn. The animals were asleep, the trees were dancing and a full moon shone bright into the window. The moon’s tender and ever-reaching light enveloped me, granted calmness and offered hope. The moon required no apology and generously disposed of my remorse. With that, I exhaled in relief. What was done was done and I did not regret what was to come.