river of gold

gold rectangle river on turquoise

A classic example of work on one thing blossoming into something else again.

Having made a series of rivers of circles, I wanted to explore what happened with rivers of blocks.

I have been haunted by a song, Stay Gold, from a group called First Aid Kit. To me, the song is the flip side of Robert Frost’s poem Only Gold can Stay. The poem talks about the first green of spring, and the song mourns the end of golden summer. Together they bracket the summer, speaking of the long soft golden stretch between spring and fall.