train hoppin charlie
The Old World is dying and a New Earth of mercilessly elegant Yes is taking up space. The God of tomorrow comes without a gender or color of skin. God isn’t a He, God is a We. God is all of it. And the universe is self-correcting through us. The stars are realigning through our belly buttons; recalibrating the perpetually-rerouting shenanigans of an increasingly more complex, unimaginably more beautiful universe of ceaselessly moving fractals and paths towards an infinite horizon we'll luckily never reach.
» original acrylic on canvas — 16” x 20” (18.5” x 22.5” with frame)
» custom frame painting upon request
» prints available in three sizes