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Dawn Warden

2022

Oil on Canvas

56 x 69 x 2 cm

Behind the walls. And Used to sieges. so adverse, And no one sees it. It make me nervous, As a bird, As an animus. Underrated, unfeeling. So look at me however you want But steel thy gormless stare. Wear me down dull, Permit me to leave, For I no longer care. Though what will I become? Emerging endless, Lost at home. Spoken by the black of my thumb. All it seems Has turned to stone.