The sand was here before the cityscape, before the tunnels we drive through, before the lights on our streets. The sand will be here tomorrow when my children are old, and when their children are young, and I will be part of the sand when I am gone. You will see me with those who came before me, and those who are yet to come; we are the flickers of gold that bring our desert to life.
“Ecstasy, Mixed Medium, 2019”
