We are older than old.
This is our place, our time
souls – all souls –
we are sparks of light
dancing and held in the dark light
of the Ancient Ones.
A royal procession, showcasing my ancestors village’s first cars. Dada would tell me stories about the commotion and excitement surrounding these early symbols of modernity, and the crowd’s energy is palpable in this scene.
Graphite charcoal layered with watercolor and 22 K gold leaf on Arches paper.