W A T C H E R S

From our peers to the Government, with admiration to resentment, we are watched. Botched not, with little attempt to hide, people carry-on with individual pride. Tide changed, it's all the same-- tame claims of national security-- oppressed obscurity leading to misdirection. Perfection ever attempted to catch the eye, sometimes with surgery, do or die. Sly snakes to take advantage, far and wide.

Tied knots, plots on a path within the web of conscious observation and consideration of the w a t c h e r s in the aftermath.

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*painting pictured, also by me/ Acrylic paint - matte, sparkle, & metallic/ 20"x16" gallery wrap canvas