acrylic and crayon on linen,
135 x 175 x 4 cm, 2021

„When at the sound of morning
Another heaven grows
A single bare restating of a year or more
A frequent rose, a collector regains
A flattering, some things, others:
Anything that remains of the time before
Sunlit again by drowning
Another time for my only love
That speaks though bound
By the sheer weight of moments
Blessed wild and serene and alone:
I’m away from this world“

(text by tomato design, London)