One would think the cover of darkness around midnight in a cubicle-filled office would be a perfectly quiet sort of place to work, drinking black coffee from Styrofoam while emptying wastebaskets of alleged important shreds. But I can feel him watching me, following me, just waiting to make his move, silently green with envy of my freedom to leave once the job is done. He sits there. Longingly, his slender stems reach up. Up and out, daring me, expecting me to notice... Night after night it goes on like this, until I can't resist any longer.
And so, I take him home.
FROM THE NEXT 10 YRS. IS NOW COPYRIGHT 2018 TERESA BOSKO ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
48"x36"x2" Plywood panel-painting. Rustoleum flat black and gloss black oil enamel, acrylics, house paint, spray paint, roofing felt. Features cut wood relief elements, metallic gold, and hand-cut stenciled details. Panel is cradled. Unframed. Signed and dated.