The black moon (the second new moon of the month) this week was obviously on the Oracle’s mind.
sailing the language of shadow
on stormships that shine
like enchanted mist
through dark diamond skys
who speaks in the thousand tongues
of the black moon?
When I went to photograph the painting this morning, the darkness of the image made it hard to get a well-focused picture, especially, interestingly, when I tried a white background. Light obviously has its own agenda, best to just play along.