acrylic inks, gesso, collage, white Sharpie Paint pen on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
A strong wind blows, with gale force winds, a hurricane.
Roofs blow off, letting the sky seep in.
Is it disaster. . .or a new brand of freedom?
And have you noticed yet?
There are no roots, no ground below.
Even the mountain is moving, sliding off into the water.
There is no map, no solid plan from here.
There is no script to follow,
Only the sound of banging shutters and moaning trees.