Thursday, March 3, 2011

Riding with Temudjin


Riding with Temudjin
I hear a voice pleading with me to turn back. The Owl Twins have grown bold after their years of fear. The Cobrahuahua barks and hisses when teased. I hear the voice again, whispering across waves of grass, but something is forgotten. We weren’t always enemies, but we were never really friends.

Ink on Art Board, 10x15
$200

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