48 x 36 / SOLD
36x48in Oil on Archival-Quality Natural Cotton
I wrote this on one of my long walks…stepping from the Southside, to Mean Mug, up to Neidluvs, then back down Market over the bridge until the sun went down.
Then I walked further, until i felt I out walked the furthest city light.
It all came together, this poem, over the course of an entire day. After writing it, this struggle felt more like a prayer than anything. Which makes us ask the question, is there really a difference between poetry & prayer?