Skyscrapers rise through the heavy grey haze. Ground into submission as night time decays. Devouring people's souls mercilessly. Obeying the rulers impersonally. Rhythmically following recklessly. Marching there onward to surrogacy. Louder and louder we hear from the knaves albeit the contra calling, "We are no slaves!" Whilst into the greyness tracking forward in waves. (c)2023 Lara Robins
This unique one-off picture is painted in portrait, using acrylic painted onto stretched canvas. The sides of the panel are prepared in accordance with the picture itself, and the picture comes frameless, but ready for hanging.