The Alhambra, 2008, acrylic on canvas, 12x10 inches.
In my studio of big dreams The Scribe holds his broken arm and a palm-frond crucifix across his knees. He sits on the computer tower along with the speakers, the African statue and the porcelain angel, and he looks, as much as rough clay can, out across the lawn, beyond my reconstructed Alhambra on the screen, to a fat bee humming Granada in the flowering chamomille: dangerous enchantment to the watching dog.
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