She looms over the horizon, wild-haired, black as night with eyes of gold. Try as you might to predict her next move, she has her own wheel and her own charts, etched into her smile. She knows no helmsman.
The ship finds a bright crack in the dawn and is safe - for now.
Acrylic on paper, silk and cotton, with glass beads and 22K gold leaf. 28 x 38 cm.
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