“Your honor,” determined, throat-clearing. “May we have a brief recess to dance and sway with the natural rhythm of time, as it steadily ushers us into oblivion? Or at least to look out the window, in this, our time of need.”

a motion to dream

24” x 30” x 1.5”

Acrylic on canvas

2024

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