Window Wash Painting

You swing one leg over the railing, harnessed, you are not seen. It is a one-man job. You dangle. As you wash away filth, ash, and debris, you return luster to a marred façade. There may be an occasional skirting glance, but no one below looks up. Dangerous work, but little attention is paid. A window washer dangles perilously before beauty. Water dries and no one knows of his toil. What we see is clear glass, drips on leaves, on trees, hostas, and ground; each reminding of the other's impermanence. The polished granite reflects beauty, but we do not notice the glass. Glass and washer are both taken for granted. Oil on canvas with reclaimed redwood frame. Artist signed and chopped on back of canvas. 36" x 52" - 2020