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$2,000.00

Delegating much of her silent son’s communication to psychics required a big faith, 

in the absence of his own words.

Imagine such limitless longing to know her wordless child. 

Pitiful hope underneath it all.

Is he in there? Does he love me? 

Who can blame her for finding grace in messages of his telepathy.

His own words started flowing from his finger. 

One letter at a time he spelled his truth. 

Doesn’t he deserve to dictate the terms of his storytelling? 

Shouldn’t he be free to give his unfiltered account of his life? 

Hiding in the feelings of what was,

Rotten reliance on an intermediary. 

Open hearts to new possibilities

That to say it oneself is how it should be.

Acrylic on Canvas

24” x 30” Landscape

$2000

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Delegating much of her silent son’s communication to psychics required a big faith, 

in the absence of his own words.

Imagine such limitless longing to know her wordless child. 

Pitiful hope underneath it all.

Is he in there? Does he love me? 

Who can blame her for finding grace in messages of his telepathy.

His own words started flowing from his finger. 

One letter at a time he spelled his truth. 

Doesn’t he deserve to dictate the terms of his storytelling? 

Shouldn’t he be free to give his unfiltered account of his life? 

Hiding in the feelings of what was,

Rotten reliance on an intermediary. 

Open hearts to new possibilities

That to say it oneself is how it should be.

Acrylic on Canvas

24” x 30” Landscape

$2000

Delegating much of her silent son’s communication to psychics required a big faith, 

in the absence of his own words.

Imagine such limitless longing to know her wordless child. 

Pitiful hope underneath it all.

Is he in there? Does he love me? 

Who can blame her for finding grace in messages of his telepathy.

His own words started flowing from his finger. 

One letter at a time he spelled his truth. 

Doesn’t he deserve to dictate the terms of his storytelling? 

Shouldn’t he be free to give his unfiltered account of his life? 

Hiding in the feelings of what was,

Rotten reliance on an intermediary. 

Open hearts to new possibilities

That to say it oneself is how it should be.

Acrylic on Canvas

24” x 30” Landscape

$2000

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