Dismantled Thing 4: Slip and Roll

Winter Passage

Every year I tell myself, “I’m going to get to a warm place next winter.” And toward the end of last winter, it looked like it was really going to happen this winter. The gigs were lining up. And then it all changed. 

“So it goes.” – Kurt Vonnegut

Right now, at 3:33 pm, the sky is blue. The tops of the pine trees are swirling in the wind. I’ve been thinking about going for a walk all day. P just walked in the door and said, “It’s like winter at the beach out there.”

I’ll put on my ski pants. And sunscreen.

Slip and Roll

b Slip and Roll © Holly Troy 2.5.21
Oil on Cardboard
36” x12”

Is it possible to feel uneasy tranquility?


Layers. Snow shaking beneath the weight of itself. Melting from the ground up.


b slip and roll detail 1 © Holly Troy 2.5. 21

b slip and roll detail 2 © Holly Troy 2.5.21

Black, white, bronze, ochre, pthalo turquoise

To see all the things from the Dismantled Project in one place, click – to the Dismantled Project.

February 5, 2021
Flagstaff, AZ


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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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