this is a one of a kind work, ready to hang
Mary Oliver wrote in a poem,
“…the house of money is falling, the house of money is falling, the weeds are rising, the weeds are rising…”
I knew I wanted to paint this
when we free our minds from the shackles of this world, we rise. Still scarred, the brutality of the past leaves its mark, but we rise, great and terrible, with the weeds, the unpretty, the feral, the unwilling to be defeate
24 x 26 inches
oil on canvas
mask is recycled paper and mixed media
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this is a one of a kind work, ready to hang
Mary Oliver wrote in a poem,
“…the house of money is falling, the house of money is falling, the weeds are rising, the weeds are rising…”
I knew I wanted to paint this
when we free our minds from the shackles of this world, we rise. Still scarred, the brutality of the past leaves its mark, but we rise, great and terrible, with the weeds, the unpretty, the feral, the unwilling to be defeate
24 x 26 inches
oil on canvas
mask is recycled paper and mixed media
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