Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

On the lines 

Sticks

Everywhere 

All shapes and sizes 

Laying still until you notice 

Sticks 

What its worth 

Using 

One or more

Building out what is needed

Then the line

Of these sticks

Like your hands

Under water 

In front of your face

For the picture

Print 

Theres a ghost on your shoulder 

While they misunderstand 

Where you sit 

In this place

As a fear 

You are merely there

Crossing off a list 

These shadows

Appear 

Pink clouds over head 

Rolling through for relief 

Collectively 

Theres joy in the air 

Don’t resist