by Cheeky Observer
The child
An engine of enchantment, this imagination which simply sparkles gamboling unfettered across a playground of tiny corridors sheets of tin and lashes of wire set ironically against mountains and majesty, plants stretch their leafy limbs towards her animals do not shy away delighted to graze against her aura of innocence but every light casts a shadow aspect and in a moment that teaches her to fight or take flight reflex and memory sink swiftly into skin the choice is inevitable and will seek to define her - grow up an orphan, a victim eternal or heal and emerge victorious returning, this time aware to the genius that is childhood.
Painting / 91 X 91 cm / Acrylic on canvas
