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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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Casting for Dreams, 5'h x 6'w

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