Her love for you will slow like a stopped clock, a pendulum hung plumb. She'll soon be gone. Don't look for her in any of the usual places, the marketplace, the bedroom.
Instead, look up. Gravity has finally completed its equation. The same laws which once grounded her now set her free.
Sights are set on a pathway through the stars. Her letters home translate into a language of the spheres, their postmark made unreadable by a stranger's hand, all meaning blurred by distance, by time, by endless space.
Price on Request - please email ninacouser@gmail.com to purchase or enquire. Thank you
Her love for you will slow like a stopped clock, a pendulum hung plumb. She'll soon be gone. Don't look for her in any of the usual places, the marketplace, the bedroom.
Instead, look up. Gravity has finally completed its equation. The same laws which once grounded her now set her free.
Sights are set on a pathway through the stars. Her letters home translate into a language of the spheres, their postmark made unreadable by a stranger's hand, all meaning blurred by distance, by time, by endless space.
Price on Request - please email ninacouser@gmail.com to purchase or enquire. Thank you
20cm x 15cm (8” x 6”)
Acrylic/collage on paper
Original artwork
