Oil on canvas 73*92 PS. Everything that she come to expect, everything that she tries to forget, everything that she lives to regret, ragged her soul. Price upon request

PS.4: About as subtle as an earthquake, she was locked inside her loops. In front of natural tapestry that´s like a spirograph of branches that dance to the breeze. The birds chirp and she lists the woods. Your hate keeps her alive in your thoughts, you can’t kill me more than you already have. Price upon request

PS.2: Before a mountain far too steep a rock rolling down the hill will probably hit something on the hazardous terrain and she´ll smash to smithereens. Price upon request