To The Songs That Sing Of Glory And The Brave.
10.2009.

Can we say that we are free? Our hands are bound and voices silent. I'm sure it's not a dream. I am awake my eyes are open. I can't accept and won't concede. In aftermath we find redemption. The causes that are seized. And disguised as revolution.

30 x 48 inches. Mixed media on canvas.

SOLD.