The Art of Caroline Greenwald

My body move along the skin of the earth, As my eye watches the activity of the atmosphere. My works of art are recordings Of the winds passing above the earth, The rains descending toward the surface, Waves crashing upon its edges, Or the water of rivers Carving patterns into the land. I draw the air as it moves over the skin As mist, fog, typhoon or as feathers, Which cause ripples to move, Over the surface of a still lake.