Tsunami

The city's guts ripped open, bits of what we built scattered like discarded lottery tickets. That car, probably somebody's big shot idea of progress, now just a drowned bug. There's an eye in the mess, maybe the world finally looking back, tired of our noise. And the water, always the water, it just keeps coming. Doesn't care what you thought you owned. This artwork has been varnished in matte using professional and archival standards. A certificate of authenticity is provided with artwork, and a floating frame can be added at an additional cost. Please contact hello@poetonic.com for framing add-ons. Layered Mixed Media - Acrylic and reclaimed paper over collage on canvas