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Blue Beam

2021

Oil on Canvas

56 x 69 x 2 cm

Well O this lonely corpus, Onus of all I know how, Etched in my face as a furrowing, Horizon by the edge of my brow. Brought to thy knees as a kindness, For to halt the clenching rise. For to lead by the low to the highness, By the ground eyes drift only to skies.