With apologies to Eamon Grennan You enter Senda’s painting in stillness, among reflections of smudged trees and brush at the edges of water, your
“…if thou subdue the thunders to a tone of murmurous gentleness, and taste the sweet, love-rippling features of the river at thy feet.” Kalidasa
Behind the glass of windowpane, wavy so the plants in the garden appear bloated, a little drunk, stems lean dangerously to the left. He