Lese Corrigan © 2012
"But all the never-heard, the never-seen,
The just-beyond my hands can never reach,
These have a substance that is stout and sure,
These Brace the unsubstantial sliding world,
And lend the evanescent actual
An air of life, a tint of worth and meaning."
-William Alexander Percy, “Epilogue”
oil on canvas 36"x 48"