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Cold Summers


The waves of what came before still wets Ashi’s clothes at times.  You are sad young man he tells himself.  The three little birds a wise man sang about

come to visit him often in this slow life of his, telling him not to worry.  Dreams of being beautiful is what he spends his time doing.  His soldiers of pollination keeps his mind blooming in the midst of his sleep.

Cold Summers by iBOMS

  • Measurements: 20" x 20"

    Technique: Acrylic & Mixed Media on Canvas


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