"...and yet, somehow, those rings kept lapsing in and out of themselves, forever. Multiplying and changing as they spread through the loneliness of this strange, black landscape..."
Part two in a series of ten.
9 x 12. Acrylic on canvas sheet. Gloss finish. Signed on the front, bottom right corner. Ships with a copy of the full poem. No prints available.
Acrylic on 9x12 Canvas