"...without need of past or future. Oscillations of color coming to soothe my soul, in the middle of this void. A small multitude of intangible and un-named lifeforms drawing breath..."
Part four in a series of ten.
9 x 12. Acrylic on canvas sheet. Matte finish. Signed on the front, bottom right corner. Ships with a copy of the full poem. No prints available.