20x16 – Oil stick on canvas
A bright day in Brooklyn, but in the back of my head, these words rung true: “The bell is going to ring.” This bell was a blessing in those days, as I picked up my daughter from school. Splattered in paint, I’d ask myself, “Is it dry?” This I hoped as we hugged.
(Park Slope, Brooklyn)
A bright day in Brooklyn, but in the back of my head, these words rung true: “The bell is going to ring.” This bell was a blessing in those days, as I picked up my daughter from school. Splattered in paint, I’d ask myself, “Is it dry?” This I hoped as we hugged.
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