Leaning into the afternoons,
I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed
by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
That flash like my soul when I love you.
That night, gallups on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassles over the land.
from Leaning into the Afternoons Pablo Neruda
Casting for Dreams, 5' h x 6'w
Art works are painted with acylics, latex, and gold-leafed, are carved on tarpaper, mounted on a wood frame, and then finished with UV protective varnish.
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