43" x 90" I Enamel on Canvas
"Sworn to fast with all my might. The clay was soft, the future bright. Old fashioned ways that won't erase. Out of control, this building gate. Blinded like new, I'm feeling much stranger about you. Despite the shape, this twisted form, with open arms into the storm. Kept me, kept me wanting more. I saw you peaking through the door."
