in the foreground
individual instruments sounding together
as if by making the painting
in another studio
and I working separately
transported by paint and canvas
and looked out the window
ferns in a vase on the dining room table
unexpected domesticity
in the paintings of the Gold Rush
in a cafe in Berkeley, listening to music
immersed in the histories of other times
on different trails
it has been a few months
as I wait for him to return
away from the known places
the colors of the Wine Country hillsides
seldom talks about what it was like
"Yes, I was there one summer"
what to say to each other
Judy Malloy: paths of memory and painting
