Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Let it sit there 

Without creating anything 

For it to move 

Like an apple 

The natural light 

Through a window 

Dusty plants 

She wiped off for you 

Let them breath 

Surrounded by life 

Creaks in the wood 

Not so straight angles 

To this 

We shut the doors

Needed 

Letting it run with imagination 

Outside 

Then we interact 

As we walk through the frame 

Connecting body to ground 

Firm 

Gray hallways 

Without an end 

Doors to walk through 

Stairs going down 

Up on your return 

In the cycle

Minds swirl on a clock 

Checking 

Filling the space 

Between the space 

Gone memory 

Cannot see the rocks in the river 

Invisible obstacle 

You sense it 

Without seeing