The Highs And Lows (dead Mind, Red Mind 2)

Broken wings, trapped on a blue marble hurtling through space, crushed under the pressure to become, head in the clouds ignoring the dark reality of being alive. This is for my dreamers, stargazers, those who see beyond the real; direct descendants of Sol. Those whose minds weave stories and images beyond wonders while trapped in this dull grey prison of reality, we shall be free in clouds of neon created from our pain and misery. We shall be free when the sun dies and all turns to stardust. We shall be free to dream our endless dreams in seas of colour but for now lets escape with the haze, float off into nothingness on the sweet earthy odour, climb into the seventh heaven on stairs of smoke. This original artwork on paper is sold unframed.