12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond


Black shadow dancing on Heaven’s horizon. Chains could never hold you back. Hopes and dreams and misery fade like exhaled cigarette smoke in the sky. She is free. Butterfly wings leave empty caves hollow and cold without feeling, without sound. Blurred reality mixed with dreams create memories that never happened. She is free. Drifting in and out of subconscious thoughts of light, scent and sound. Cold sweat night terrors and racing hearts. Three in the morning thoughts seem to last so long. Black shadow dancing right through the gates. Broken chains hang from her wrists. She is free…