How the Mighty have Fallen.

18’’X 24’’
Acrylic on canvas.

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Right now, I long to be alone.

This weekend, a charade.
This life, a failure.

My eyes, still unable to focus.
My mind, cannot be silenced.

Dread, my word for tomorrow.

And he sings me to sleep.
This voice I know, this person I do not.

Sao Paolo

My interpretation of one of Berlin street artist, El Bocho's paintings.

I don't want to let you go, but it hurts my hand to hold the rope.

Lonesome Constellation.

Anomaly

Abnormality