Bee Still, Cosmos

90-degree heat suffocated my lungs, my mind, my spirit...  No amount of distraction could pull me away from the tortuous cloud of dark, whispering thoughts piling-up, nagging me into that corner of secret fear and doubt.  There on the south side of the house, the sun pummeled me into  fiery surrender, my brow oily with sweat, my dirty hands creating a face-painting mess with every swipe.  At my feet a baby snake slipped through the tangled clumps of overgrown grass, oblivious to my rake, as bumblebees buzzily collected nectar, paying no mind to the ever-present clamor of the street... 

FROM THE NEXT TEN YEARS IS NOW.  COPYRIGHT 2018 TERESA BOSKO.  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

65 x 60" Painted plywood wall sculpture

Price upon request.