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Final version of: fav.me/d9wdoqw

83.6 x 44.2cm | Acrylic paint, pastel, watercolour pencil on chipboard.
Mounted on a wooden board.

Poem:Often in times like this
I am reminded of the beautiful sunrise
Soft coloured lines across the horizon
Laced with cotton clouds
As birds flew towards the light

But I lie here on the gentle soil
Wrapped in fear
Despite its peace
With the troubling knowledge
That they will come for me anytime
And I will be placed on their stage
To be laughed at by the cruellest audience

Live and die to the fullest, I was told
With my head down I abide
And like a fool I pay for their faults

Would God feel pain if he fell?
Would I experience joy should I ascend?

Now I look only to the distant mornings
And imagine the warmth
Of the light on my skin
In a separate universe
Day will sing its songs again
I knew the words
Until it was too late.

Description
[Executions Series ]

Final version of: fav.me/d9wdoqw

83.6 x 44.2cm | Acrylic paint, pastel, watercolour pencil on chipboard.
Mounted on a wooden board.

Poem:Often in times like this
I am reminded of the beautiful sunrise
Soft coloured lines across the horizon
Laced with cotton clouds
As birds flew towards the light

But I lie here on the gentle soil
Wrapped in fear
Despite its peace
With the troubling knowledge
That they will come for me anytime
And I will be placed on their stage
To be laughed at by the cruellest audience

Live and die to the fullest, I was told
With my head down I abide
And like a fool I pay for their faults

Would God feel pain if he fell?
Would I experience joy should I ascend?

Now I look only to the distant mornings
And imagine the warmth
Of the light on my skin
In a separate universe
Day will sing its songs again
I knew the words
Until it was too late.