EYE of the STORM

48″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Canvas

In the eye of the storm through the holes in my head. Black and white mixes pulling on threads. The good and the evil tugging at me. The internal fight over who I should be. A darkness a chaos hovering up above. Kicking and screaming, give me a shove. Into deep black in the eye of the storm. How long will this last, will I be reborn? When this madness all ends and I see the white light. I’m grabbing and clawing, fighting the good fight. Head raised up high and breaking on through. I know who I am… and what I should do.