Towards the limits of an hour, a day. At the end of the day, the end of a week. Months decay to seasons as years crumble into sand, into dust, stardust...
...a sprinkling of time, an outer ring, a cosmic jet, a galaxy, event horizon, the expanding universe, darkness like a curtain falling, heavy as wedding silk, and just the odd star shining in the night sky, hopeful, like confetti.
Price on Request - please email ninacouser@gmail.com to purchase or enquire. Thank you
Towards the limits of an hour, a day. At the end of the day, the end of a week. Months decay to seasons as years crumble into sand, into dust, stardust...
...a sprinkling of time, an outer ring, a cosmic jet, a galaxy, event horizon, the expanding universe, darkness like a curtain falling, heavy as wedding silk, and just the odd star shining in the night sky, hopeful, like confetti.
Price on Request - please email ninacouser@gmail.com to purchase or enquire. Thank you
Dark Matter
Acrylic/collage on paper
18cm x 12cm (7” x 5”) - excluding frame
Original artwork - includes black bevelled frame, glazed with white mount, strung ready for hanging
