"Apparitions No.3" - mixed media, acrylic on canvas
I grew up in a nostalgic, sepia city where life was as dull as the prairie landscape, a flat-line across the country. Depressed by an endless and foreboding sky. It unsettled a paranoia in me. Storms came and threatened to lift off my house's roof like an ill-fitting hat. I had never experienced a tornado before, but was terrorized by the possibility. Convinced of its inevitability.
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