Collage/Acrylic – Van Gogh, Da Vinci, & Misc. Prints
Last night I dreamt of a lonely man who had lost everything but pain. He wrote his sadness into stories and thought that maybe they weren’t so bad. One day he showed his stories to a poet. The poet rejected his writing, said that he had no talent. So the lonely man drowned himself in the river, near the harbor. He came back as a bird with mangled wings and leapt from the nearest tower. Broken and bleeding, he was still alive. Cats came from all directions and began to eat him in pieces.