Brandywine Creek State Park

Autumn in Brandywine Creek State Park. Oil on panel. 8 by 10.

“Fiction is eternal; reality perishes. Invented forms live; real ones vanish. Truth is ephemeral; illusion, everlasting.”

— Jiri Karasek Ze Lvovic (A Gothic Soul)

If we render the world exactly as we see it, in a drawing, a painting, or words, the story loses its spirit. Since no moment holds still, every telling is already a reimagining. Reality is fleeting, and no two witnesses see it alike. We embellish, and we love to. That is what makes some stories everlasting.