Show Me Rivers

I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore.  Eating myself up.

Prowl like something wild and untamed.

Prowl like something wild and untamed.

All the lines make my eyes roam.

I can change.  I know I can transform and escape this fever dream.

I am, perhaps unfortunately, an artist first and an art historian second.

Just spaces.

Just spaces.

Multiple

Multiple

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