Acrylic on cradled panel board
Finished with varnish and cold wax
◾️In the quiet corners of the city you might find something as random as a forgotten bouquet leaning against a weathered wall. It stands as a symbol of life's unpredictable beauty, a memory abandoned yet tattooed onto the walls.
'In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of ﬂukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.' (Paul Auster)
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