Grateful Dead

Under Eternity


May the elements of nature wear away and crack and chip the old bones that once moved with agility and grace. Time alone will grant us many lives and forms before dust takes hold and surrenders to the wind, lending a hand of its own to the circle of creation as it sculpts where it will.

This was adapted from a previous work of mine. But none of my art is ever meant to live but once. Let it Grow.

Greatly Yield.


Under Eternity