I just stuck my head out the door and said, “Hey, I need a name for today’s art.”
Instantaneous response: “Moses.”
Now I would think that he was just being a smarty-pants but he is the Mayor of Crescent Street, the go-to guy for anyone who has a problem in this neighborhood, and the only person in the back yard who offered a suggestion.
I thought about it for about a minute. There is more than one Moses, a band named Moses, and of course, there was Grandma Moses. The name Moses need not refer to THE Moses.
Maybe I should add an S to make it Mosses… trees have moss. Night Moss? No. It’s day and night, night and day, night shades falling, daylight burnt. I still can’t think of a short name that actually describes this. Some days, such things elude me.
Oh click! Memory of a comment made out on the porch when I finished drawing today, something about the tree standing with outstretched arms, so perhaps something about the art tapped into his Catholic roots.
Eh… let it be. Moses.
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