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29" x 36" Acrylic, Oil Pastel, Oilstick on Canvas


I don't usually drink. The taste of liquor burns. Though lately my mood has shifted. I feel heavier and sluggish. The bottle looks closer in reach than it did before. Sitting perched on the ledge next to my plant. One that grows taller and taller with each ounce of neglect. Sometimes I even forgot it was there. Still to this day, I can't understand the hype behind the goose. I don't think I've ever seen a grey one in my life or maybe I wasn't looking hard enough. So I try and try again, my curiosity growing with the snake plant. It's soil turning to chalk, the dust flying in the wind. As the Plant yearns for water, I yearn for comfort. A comfort that I mist find for the first time with the goose.


Snakes and Grey Geese, 2023 by Bhare

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