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Blue Circles
20 x 20
Acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas



Death is so anticlimactic.

Where are the fireworks? The trumpets. The sirens. The parade. The fanfare. Thunder. An earthquake? There should at least, be an earthquake, right?  There isn’t an earthquake but my terra firma is shaking!  Can you feel it?  Inside my head the cacophony is deafening but my ears don’t hear a thing. Where is the slight murmur of sound?

A soul is transferring from one realm to another! Shouldn’t there be a sound for that? A noise? Something? It’s like a glitch in the matrix or a disturbance in the force, you feel it. It’s an undeniable feeling. But what is the sound for that?






Acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas