Sunday, March 6, 2011

Helen's Bed

Helen’s Bed
Helen’s Bed is dark and quiet. I climb to her even though knives and bullets litter the linens. We huddle together against the cold and the endlessly leering faces, our own thoughts spiraling headlong into glory and conclusion. She scowls at the interlopers and protects our finite space.

Ink on Art Board, 10x7.5

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