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Brobdingnagian Witness

24x36x1 Acrylic and Gouache on Canvas


I've experienced the pain and the glory. I empathize with it all, growing larger as I file it in my log.

The best way for me to express the meaning behind a piece that is with a poem. Shop

Both hands up, bear witness

My eyes have seen the glory and witnessed the beauty of distress Running towards the shadow, so bright and beautiful

What a temptress

Turn around, the glow

The narrow row, the true Empress

Ancient and impressive Glorious and expressive Pandemonium, pandemic Victims and victimizers Systemic

Both hands raised, Bear witness Panoramic view, wide lens, extreme seeing Joy from the eye of the Empress Brobdingnagian being

Say it again? Okay

My eyes have seen the gruesome days Dazed, running through the jungle

Two faced killer gripping my achilles heel Pain unreal, ugly maze phase

Until the grip captures the heart Observe the reel

Switch the grip, grabber

From killer to kisser

Death of the duet

One harmony in the sunset They died by daw and dusky Bear witness, raise hands This movie is a must see

Giants roaming with hands in the air Shouting loud, begging you to hear.

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