Tempest
05.03.2021
H31”/L41”/D4.5" canvas
Medium: acrylic/styrofoam/plaster
How she bucks and brays, her cries piercing the air
How she whistles by, through the valley she tears
The lucky ones can see a face amidst the raging storm
But alas, that regal face shall fade, in another life,
she will reform.
Poem by Zohal Ashrafi
