2024 · Acrylic on canvas · 24 × 30 in. · POP SKULLTURE series

Original sold · Prints available

COMPANION POEM

The Poet Mr Fab

Inspiration in the moment feels lost
Though the embers still kindle
The quill bleeding through frost
Viewing old scribbles as a symbol

For the narrative not connecting
Where thoughts are imprinted
As words should be reflecting
Repetition they’ve been scripted

Creating is not a want, but a need
In the noise there are only excuses
The time of harvest or sowing of seeds
For it thrives when factory produces

Garnished by the textures found
And etched with flavors in sequence
Seeking the silence within sound
Or its perception and frequence