2022 · Acrylic on canvas · 24 × 30 in. · POP SKULLTURE series

Original available · Prints available

COMPANION POEM

The Poet Mr Fab

What, me worry?
As what we perceive we relate
Though it’s relative in theory
For what we speak we create

What’s accepted psychological
As observed phenomena
Or the assumptions Ontological
In a rabbit hole epiphenomena

Whether the infinite or finite
Reflections of perception
Abstracting our insight
Of its flow and projection

With moments as shadows
Only whispered through breeze
Where the snips of Atropos
Are washed away by the sea

For if time were the illusion
And allusion its theme
Would the sands of elusion
Be only fragments in dream?