Acrylic on linen

92 x 92 cm

Night becomes day becomes night
I am fond of that
in between space
When day becomes night
and night becomes day
The bridge between times
When the world is quiet
It is a place for painters
And writers
And crack heads
and dealers
A place where
the bills are paid
The kids are asleep
The dishwasher hums
I imagine I am alone
Alone with my work
In that time
that is the time
When night becomes day
And day becomes night.


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