In a cave there are tiny blue frogs that croak in the night
Your hair morphs into globules of silver metal and the weight pulls you down onto the soil
In the desert there is a pink-feathered tree
fruiting fluid filled sacs that sing when they burst
Do you remember last winter?
Sometimes my surroundings are constructed of clay
Sometimes my arms are covered in miniature animals en gallop
Sometimes I dream that we are both hounds
Sometimes black numbers drool out of the side of your mouth
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.
