[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ admin_label=”section” _builder_version=”4.27.4″ min_height=”100px” height=”100px” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row column_structure=”3_5,2_5″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”3_5″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”https://www.robertlewisart.com/wp-content/uploads/maryland-barn.jpg” title_text=”maryland-barn” force_fullwidth=”on” _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][/et_pb_image][/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”2_5″ _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″] “…then life is dead n gone underground n withered old dry n cold brown grey n clattering n in the ice blue sky.” n n This collection explores the fragility, exuberance, and impermanence of life. It was written over a year in the early 1970s on a farm in Maryland. We lived in a two-story 19th-century tenant house at the edge of a large old farm. Rambles into the nearby […]