The Wounded Sun - SOLD
48x36, oil on cradled board
Ash falling like snow, gently enveloping the surviving
plants.
Thick smoke obscuring the scarred landscape.
Empty streets without an echo of laughter.
Silence weighing heavy broken by the shrieking of sirens.
And yet, as I sip my morning coffee and look at The Wounded
Sun,
a piece of green peeks through.
