A Moment on Worn Stone XXXVIII

The pedestal, a remnant of something forgotten, now serves as a momentary anchor. The barely solid figure seems caught between worlds—remembering and letting go, staying and dissolving.

This fine art self-portrait evokes an ethereal quiet, an awareness of time’s erosion. The lake reflects only absence, while the stone holds the weight of all who have stood before. “There is no present or future—only the past, happening over and over again—now,” wrote Eugene O’Neill. In this frame, that cycle is made visible.