Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Past this place above my head

Through a tree

I’ve befriended 

Without touching it 

Its a feeling 

Going far and wide 

Stretching beyond the concepts 

Reimagining everything entirely

Forward 

Getting low

Springing up 

Pop 

Coming back to the place

To become new there

Just a beginning 

New and not new 

Don’t push 

Let it float where you can see it 

Even in the strong currents

When the storms come 

Let it be there

Holistically 

While you look away 

Knowing

If it disappears 

Its always there 

From another place

You see it in your dreams

On the walls near the gardens

Through the strolling lights of time

We’ve blinked while standings still

In this rhythm 

While happening 

Together