crunchy ground I was in orbit speeding away from the sun when the earth hit me on the ear. It cracked and I broke your heart. I never saw it coming and I can't tell shock from pain and I can't feel right or wrong but I'm back on shaky ground and it's crunchy, laying shattered and soft, caressing my tired feet.
oil, collage on mounted photo, 20" x 28"back
JAMES W JOHNSON