At night, half hidden by the shadows cast from the moon’s light, flakes drift through windows and fall on the sleeping heads, resting on pillows. They sink into the subconscious minds, take root, and interconnect with others in a network of batshit ideas that during the day pass as opinions and beliefs. This is lunacy. Please, for your own sanity, sleep with your mouth closed.
Steven Epstein “Moon Flakes” acrylics and collage on board, 20”H x 16”W, 2023, $175.00
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