Lost, downward gaze at my shuffling feet, gerbil-wheeling my way through thoughts of my day. Lost, gazing into the sky. There is something so so much bigger. An It, an I, a We…

A bird of prey, awaiting my moment of ripeness. I’m ready to see the full scope of my self…

“Bird of prey,
Bird of prey,
Flying high,
Flying high.

In the summer sky,
Flying high.

Gently passing by,
Flying high.

Take me on your flight.
Flying high.”

(Fatboy Slim, Sunset/Bird of Prey)

24″ x 12″

Mixed media on wood panel.

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