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 From the head's knoll. And ​2021

The view from the roof that I liberated. From the head's knoll in the farm, this morning that is in your head, under your hair, is not like my morning or my hair. I combed the morning, my hair, and the painting. The enormous bald spot made me feel safe; with it, I watched the clouds. A cloud arrived through Messenger from the blue bag showing me a picture of one of the many ghosts. The measurements of the painting is your head's sundown.
Oil on canvas.
​Size 100 by 120cm